“Kiss for luck?” Darren tried.
“You don’t need luck,” Jayden said, but kissed him anyway. The sharp tang of fresh toothpaste was all over his lips. “You’ll be amazing.”
“I’m following a guy around for the better part of two hours and being increasingly annoying while I do it.”
“Like I said, you’ll be amazing.”
Darren shoved him off; Jayden laughed, apparently too caught-up in the pre-performance excitement (or nerves) to get flustered. He bounced back in for another kiss—slightly longer, slightly sweeter, and there was a hint of raspberry flavouring over the toothpaste now that Darren thought about it.
“I knew it,” he said. “You wear lip gloss.”
Jayden pinked a little, but managed to adopt a haughty expression that made Darren want to kiss it off his face again and said, “Maybe.”
Darren snorted. “Gay.”