Zack felt Damien's breath against his neck which caused a shiver to run through the shy drummer. It was hard not to imagine the Dog naked with his long legs on the bed and Zack lying alongside him.

"I'd---like that later."

He offered a shy smile and then kissed Damien's cheek. The Brit nodded at wanting to do his own tag because it was his identity as a graffiti artist, no doubt scrawled over a few walls on the Strip.

"Yeah, I could do my tag."