![]() ![]() Luckily, he was sure he could do that too. That was what he was hoping would be her answer.Īnd it was an answer to a lot of things, all of what they’d just talked about. She leaned in and ran her nose along his jaw. “What are you sure you can do?” he asked. “Not sure I can get back to sleep for the whole hour I could do that,” she shared. She got close, landed on her hip pressed to his, and put a hand on his chest. She grinned, pushed forward on her knees, then crawled to him where he sat on the edge of her bed, twisted to her. ![]() He told her, “The manly man biker shit you spout is cute, Butterfly, but it’s also goofy.” Straight up, down to his gut, for the rest of his life, loved her. So it wouldn’t say much for me at my first opportunity, I waver against you.” Am I okay with the fact that you take me as I am, all my baggage, the way my life was messed up, the unknown ways Aaron hopes to keep messing it up, and you don’t waver? Yes. So am I happy my new, handsome, manly man biker boyfriend, and his brothers are in a power struggle with a bad guy? No. And it isn’t the garage and the store and vigilantism. “If you changed my tire and took me to coffee, sharing all this, probably not. ![]()
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