It's around one o'clock in the morning when Jenna's phone starts ringing. She groans as she gropes her bunk for her phone. She groans again when she hears a thud. "Son of a bitch." She grumbles, hanging halfway out of her bunk to pick up her still ringing cell. "Hello?"

"Is this Jennifer James?"

"Speakin'." She yawns, grunting when she thuds against the floor, her feet kicked up in her bunk while her back is against the carpet.

Morgan pokes his head out from his curtain and chuckles at the sight.

"You're listed at Florence Kowalski's emergency contact."

"Huh?" She sits against the bunk behind her.

"Florence isn't feeling too well. Are you able to come by?"

"I'm- I'm- I'm in Florida right now. Can- what- just-"

"Well, we'll keep an eye on her 'til you can come visit, okay?"

"Wait! What's wrong? Is she okay?"

"She's fine." The lady on the other end says hesitantly. "Just come by when you can. Okay, bye."

"No- fuck!"

"Jen, what's up?" Morgan asks, leaning up on his elbow, looking at her from his bunk.

"My Mamaw is sick." She says, knowing it's easier to just call her that instead of telling him everything. "She's- I'm- I'm in fuckin Florida and she's-"

Morgan hops down, he's wearing boxer briefs and nothing else as Jenna is wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of panties. He sits next to her and sighs.

"What's up with her?"

"They just said she ain't feelin' well." Her face drops at the realization. That bitch, Bernice, the grim fuckin reaper of the home called her. She always calls the families when a resident has died.

That can only mean that-

No.

No way.

She can't be... dead.

Jenna stands and grabs a random pair of shorts then starts shoving shit into her bag. "What're you doin'?"

"I gotta get to the home. I gotta get back to Nashville-"

"Jen-"

"I- I gotta-"

"Jenna." She looks at him over her shoulder and whimpers quietly, tears in her eyes.

She catches Morgan off guard by throwing herself into his strong arms. She starts crying against his shoulder, gripping whatever she can get her hands on.

Morgan quickly moves them to the back lounge so they don't disturb everyone sleeping.

He sits on the couch, her still in his arms, as she sobs against his neck. He just shushes her and rubs her back, unsure of what the fuck to do. He's never had to console someone crying like this before, not even his sisters.

"She might be dead." She whispers, pulling back to wipe her face.

"Your Mamaw?"

She scoffs. "She's not my Mamaw. She's my favorite resident at the old folks home I used to work at. She was like my Mamaw, I wish she was my Mamaw." She coughs slightly. "I'm sorry."

Something in Morgan's body tells him to keep her on his lap when she starts to get up. He tightens his arms, holding her against his chest. She squeaks in surprise, tensing everything.

She's got a boyfriend.

She leans back to say something, her eyes locking with his pretty blue ones and heat rushes to her tear streaked cheeks.

He leans up while she leans in and their lips connect.

"No." She whispers, pulling away again.

"I'm so sorry, Jen. I- I don't know what came over me. You're-"

She kisses him again, straddling his lap with her hands on the sides of his neck. She presses her chest against his bare one, deepening the kiss.

Morgan grabs her hips and rocks them against his, biting her lip.

She moans but pulls away, breathing hard. Tears form in her eyes as she brings a hand up to her lips.

"I- I-" She says shakily, tears now spilling over her waterline. Morgan runs a hand through his hair, a knot in his stomach.

He can't believe he just did that.

Jenna scrambles off of him and to her bunk, so many thoughts and emotions rolling through her head.

Did she just cheat on Michael?

Did she just cheat on Michael with Morgan?

Did she just cheat on Michael with his best friend!?

What the hell is wrong with her!?

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Jenna's sitting on the curb outside of the venue in Oklahoma? Texas? Arkansas?

She doesn't know where she is.

She feels incredibly lost after loosing Florence. There's a knot in her stomach that gets tighter as the days pass. She hasn't told Michael about the moment she shared with Morgan.

They made the agreement that it never happened. They're taking this to their graves because it meant nothing.

It meant nothing!

If it meant nothing, she should tell Michael.

But it was nothing so there's no point in telling Michael.

Tell him!

Don't!

Jenna whimpers as she lays back against the sidewalk, her free hand covering her face. She takes a deep lungful of smoke and exhales slowly.

She ditched her cigarettes and it now on some e-cigarette/vape thing she got for cheap at a smoke shop in the buttfuck middle of nowhere.

She looks up at the power lines that cross above her and sighs.

She hates how she wasn't with Florence.

She hates what she did to Michael.

"Ah!" She shrieks when she feels a hand on her knee. "Asshole." She mutters, sitting up.

Morgan sits next to her. "You been actin' weird lately. What's up?"

"Seriously? You're gonna ask me that?" She scoffs and shakes her head.

"It was more of an invitation to talk about whatever is buggin' you."

"Sorry." She says, running a hand through her hair. She takes a drag from her vape then exhales a white cloud slowly. "Can't believe this is the last week."

"Yeah. Just got a coupleTexas shows, a Kentucky show then we're home."

"What? Kentucky? Again?"

"Yeah, Lexington." He responds, picking at a weed growing from the seam of the pavement and sidewalk. "Last date."

She shakes her head. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"I hate Kentucky, you know that." She stands. "Haven't been back in like five years except for that one show in Louisville."

"It'll be quick. It's just like a three hour ride back to Nashville."

She rolls her eyes. "Listen, whatever happened between us, did not happen." She says lowly. "I can't keep going on with that on my mind. It didn't happen so let's just fuckin forget it, okay?"

"Sure." He nods.

Ever since that intimate moment between them, he hasn't been able to stop thinking about her. He knows that it's wrong- he knows that such a shitty thing to do but fuck, he hasn't felt this much... lust for someone in a long time.

The girls he's hooked up with before we're all good, mostly. He's been filling that need with one night stands since his girlfriend left him, that was well over three years ago.

He watches her hips sway as she walks to the back door of the venue.

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Jenna is sitting on barstool at the far end of the bar, watching her team party on their day off.

Texas is fucking wild.

They're in San Antonio for tomorrow's show and they found some hole-in-the-wall dive bar.

Morgan sees Jenna tapping her foot to the song playing and makes his way toward her.

You Shook Me All Night Long starts playing.

Morgan holds his hand out for her to take. She gives him a look and shakes her head. He stretches his arm out more and she rolls her eyes, sliding her chilled hand into his.

"She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean. She was the best damn woman that I ever seen. She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies. Knocking me out with those American thighs..."

Morgan takes her free hand and puts it on his shoulder close to his neck as she holds her other hand against her chest. She keeps her eyes down and locked on the chain around his neck.

If she makes eye contact, things will get out of hand.

The vibes change when the music does, Patsy Cline's soft voice filling the room. It's Walking After Midnight and it's on her sex playlist.

The liquor in their systems start doing their thing. It's like there's a gravitational pull between them; Jenna ends up pressed against Morgan's body, her arm now wrapped around his shoulders.

She bites her lip as her forehead falls against his jaw, her eyes haven't left the chain resting against the black Carhartt t-shirt he's wearing. His cologne fills her nostrils and her heart picks up.

Men that smell good have always been a turn on for her.

She glances off to the side to see what the rest of the crew is up to. They're all outside having a smoke or something so it's just them and the regulars in the bar.

Jenna lifts her eyes to meet his and her cheeks go pink. She licks her lips as she looks at his pretty ones then leans in and kisses him.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

She knows what she's doing is wrong- so fucking wrong but she can't help herself.

Three months away from Michael has finally got to her. She's horny.

But Michael is no doubt the love of her life.

Is this worth it?

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Jenna didn't sleep with Morgan no matter how badly she wanted to. She just couldn't bring herself to do it. She can hurt Michael, definitely not after everything he's done for her.

She loves him.

She knows what it's like to be cheated on and she cannot do that to Michael. His heart is way too pure to her shattered by something so fucking selfish like sleeping with her boyfriend's best friend.

After what went down with Tiny, she can't do that to Michael.

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