Mick nearly froze solid when Ziggy slipped an arm around his back pulling him close. That hand in his hair felt so right and was the singer cold? His fingers felt cool against the guitarist's scalp but so good. Mick fought hard not to go further and actually kiss the singer on the cheek because surely the other lads would see that and think something was up.

Fuck.

Was he a boy or a girl? Or both? Mick still didn't know for sure and nor did Weird or Gilly. Most just going with a bloke who was feminine looking. The Brit slowly found himself nuzzling into Ziggy's neck without realising it, just wanting the world to fade away for a few seconds while he enjoyed this closeness. He was in love. No doubt about it.

"Oh---sorry, mate I---just getting a bit close, like. Uh---you smell really good. Nice perfume you've got on."

Mick now blushing hard, noticing both Weird and Gilly staring at the two. Oh god. The blond's fingers tracing over the singer's arm just slowly. This was all innocent of course.