She’s so damn cute; that girl of ours. She’s managed to wrap me and the guys around her finger. I pause at that thought. Images start to flash through my mind, and they alarm me. Tay with a swollen belly. Tay in a gown walking down the aisle. Tay being mine? I squash those thoughts as fast as they come. I cannot be swayed. I can’t be like Chad, Shame and Noah. I can’t put anything before the band and the success we have fought for. I know it has a little to do with me being me. I love women sure, and I have had the serious relationships before. My high school sweetheart, Megan broke my heart. She cheated on me the night of prom with the fucking bassist in another band. My last relationship with Kristen ended suddenly once we made it big. It was the lifestyle on the road, and the distance that created major turmoil between us. A relationship with Tayla would create major friction. Shit, it already does.
