Rook shouted into the mic, as they ended their last song for the night. It was his first-ever concert performed completely sober. Damn, if he didn’t feel good. He felt like he was on a raging high but is was purely from adrenaline. The screams from the crowd, the way the music vibrated through his body and the looks he got from Maisy from the side of the stage made him feel like he could accomplish anything that came his way. He’d been sober for a week and it had been one of the best weeks of his life, not because his mind was clear enough to actually think for a second, but because he had Maisy at his side. They spent as much time as possible together, but always went their separate ways at night. Rook wasn’t happy about it, but Maisy insisted, saying they needed to spend time with their respective bands as well, but Rook was going to be putting an end to that nonsense. He gave Maisy a week to run the relationship the way she wanted, but he was taking over now. He refused to spend more time away from her than he already had. Cruz backed off the obnoxious flirting with Maisy, which was good because Rook really didn’t feel like ripping his best friend’s dick off.
