That’s the rule I live by now. No more messy emotions. Just in and out. Sure, some may think that makes me an asshole, but they know the game when they crawl into my bed. It’s never about love.

Been there, done that. No thanks.

With the band racing up the charts and a different woman warming my bed every night, I’m completely satisfied.

Or I thought I was.

One glimpse into the crowd, one familiar face…that’s all it takes and I’m a goner all over again. We’re connected through the notes of our past, but I don’t know if it’s enough this time around.