I loved the feeling I got when I plugged in and let go—the music, the way it flowed through me—it was the greatest high. But knowing there was someone waiting for you when you got off that stage, amplified it all by a million. “Hey, beautiful.” My mouth was on her the minute it got close enough. “You enjoy the show?” “Always.” She snuggled up closer, my arms pulling her in tight. Fans made their way to the bar, the band standing around shooting the breeze. No matter how many platinum albums lined our walls we’d never forget where we’d come from and kicking it at a grassroots level was where we were most comfortable. Of course, just because I was conversing with others it didn’t mean my hands left Beth. Nope, not a fucking chance, the weight of her body against mine made me feel invincible. There were some concessions I just wasn’t willing to make; not touching her was at the top of that list.
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