“This is a terrible idea.”

“No, it’s a fun idea,” Axl corrects, grinning as he grabs your hand and pulls you down the empty street. It’s way past midnight, the city is quiet, and you should probably be home—but Axl Rose doesn’t do should be.

You glance around. “So, what exactly is the plan?”

He shrugs, which is not comforting. “Haven’t figured that part out yet.”

You sigh, but you don’t let go of his hand. That’s the thing about being with Axl—nothing is ever simple, and you’ve long since stopped expecting it to be. One minute, you’re having a normal night, and the next, you’re sneaking onto a rooftop because he swears the view is way better up there.

He stops in front of a chain-link fence, eyeing it like a challenge. You cross your arms. “No. Absolutely not.”

“You have no sense of adventure,” he teases, already climbing.

“I have a great sense of adventure. Just not one that involves getting arrested.”

He laughs, reaching the top and looking down at you. “Come on, sweetheart. Live a little.”

You sigh, shaking your head. You should probably walk away. You really should. But instead, you grab the fence and start climbing after him—because if there’s one thing you’ve learned about Axl, it’s that life is never boring when he’s around.