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legs appear before the rest of him does, and he nods to me, stepping out and following me toward the door.
    “Where’re you two going?” Ben asks.
    “Out,” I say simply, knowing I don’t have to answer to him. He may be the manager, but ultimately, Damon’s the only one I need to explain anything to. “Good night, ladies. Damon, Tavo, we’ll be back.”
    “That’s cool,” Damon says.
    Before we left on the tour, we had a meeting to discuss how we were going to survive living in such close quarters for months on end. We’d all agreed it would be imperative for the band members to give one another space when we needed it, and Damon knows when I need it. He’d known me since high school and we’d been roommates since college.

Chapter 3
     
    “Excellent show you put on in there,” Peron says. “I thought this was a new you, Will. It’s the first night, man…”
    “I didn’t have sex with her.” He glares at me out of the corners of his eyes. I shake my head. “I didn’t. Do you not see me walking like I have a fucking grapefruit between my legs?”
    “I just figured you pulled something. The bunks aren’t really accommodating for two people, are they?”
    “I got blue-balled, man. Kind of by my own doing, but whatever,” I admit. “Wanna grab a bite?” I ask him, seeing an all-night diner a block away.
    “That’s fine.”
    As my bandmate finds us a seat, I go to the restroom to wash my hands and face. The redness on my cheeks, nose and arms has gotten worse as the night’s progressed. Although I know I’d be in more pain right now, I wish I’d played the outdoor gig shirtless. As it stands, I’ll have this farmer’s burn or tan or whatever until I can find a way to get more sun to even it out. It was a fund raiser for Livvy’s uncle’s charity, though, so it wouldn’t have been appropriate.
    Sunscreen, Will. Sunscreen would have been appropriate .
    Sliding in the booth across from Peron, I pick up the paper menu and listen to my stomach growl. “I could eat one of everything.”
    “Sex’ll do that.”
    “I didn’t fuck her, Per,” I reiterate softly, staring at him.
    We don’t continue our conversation until the waitress leaves after taking our order.
    “The idea of spending seven months with four single guys while my girlfriend waits for me back home gets less and less appealing every second,” he tells me.
    “Tavo’s got a girl.”
    “Sorry, three single guys and one unfaithful dick-of-a-boyfriend.”
    “That’s better. Look, I’m sorry that Brooke’s got you on this short leash and shit. Damon and I have been single since the day you met us. You knew it was gonna be like this.”
    “No, Will,” he says, clearly pissed. “You singled me out and asked me to help you make changes in your life. You sold me on this idea that going on tour would get you to break your old habits, but you were just lying to yourself, to me…”
    “I wasn’t. I’m not,” I argue, reaching for my hair. He knocks my elbow out from under me before my hand touches a strand. “I’m just weak. Willpower? What a joke. Will power is one hell of a misnomer. I have none. Obviously. Day one. I can’t make it through six hours without a woman. Fuck, two women.”
    “Is this really what you want, Will?”
    I look down at my fingertips, running my thumbnail over the callous of my middle finger, watching the way it cuts into the skin. Probably not the best time to ask me that question.
    A lot of people can define years of their lives by the relationships they maintained, but not me. That stopped when I was sixteen. It stopped with Laila, the first and only love of my life. I met her when my mom took me and Max to live in Utah the year she finally sobered up. Jon was at Columbia, so my aunt welcomed the three of us into her home. I spent a year and a half in Provo. Laila and I went on our first date just before our Sophomore year. The next nine months were euphoric for both of us. We were definitely