Page 103 of A Love Like Venom

The only nice attire I own is the black dress I wore at Reed’s mother’s funeral. I keep that dress folded nicely in the back so that it doesn’t get too ruined.

His mother, Eleanor, Elle for short, was a beautiful woman. She had wisdom that even the Gods were envious of and a big warm heart.

There are days where I’ll visit her grave and leave a bouquet of flowers. Something for her to know that even in death she isn’t alone.

Because no one wants to be alone.

Quickly I slip on a pair of the light washed worn denim shorts and throw on a black shirt. It’s a round neck which is perfect. It hides the mark Razor gave to me.

If I really am meeting people Reed considers his family, I don’t want them seeing that.

Finally, I put on a pair of combat boots I gifted myself last year and head out the door.

After locking the trailer, I find Reed sitting on his bike.

And my god is he a vision.

Handsome in a way that isn’t classical. He’s rough around the edges but does he ever shine.

There’s a darkness to his beauty and I’m helplessly drawn to it.

How could I not be with his tousled light brown hair, a jaw sharper than cut glass, hazel eyes that are magical and a body that even the gods are jealous of.

“You going to keep staring or come over here?” He teases me and my cheeks burn once again.

I am going to be a tomato by the time he’s done with me.

Grinning like a fool I quickly make my way to him.

His bike is a beautiful sleek black machine that perfectly embodies him.

Taking his hand, I straddle on the back of his bike. I then scoot myself forward to where my front is completely flush against his back.

He then takes my hand and wraps it around him. He does the same with my other arm. Placing my hands to land on his lower abdomen, myself wrapped around him like a vine.

My inner thighs press tightly against his outer. We couldn’t be closer is we tried.

Looking over his shoulder there’s a carefree smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

If I had a camera I would photograph this moment. Instead, a take a mental picture. A memory to store for another day.

Because when Reed Carter smiles it’s dazzling. They make my heart ache in only the best possible way.

“You sure about this, angel?”

My eyes crinkle as I smile back at him. “You keep calling me that.”

He lifts his brow. “What?”

“Angel.”

“Because that’s what you are. Knew it when I was ten years old.”

My eyes go wide although I shouldn’t be surprised. “That young?”

He shrugs his shoulder as if it’s not a big deal. He even replies nonchalantly, “When you know, you know.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Reed Carter.” My voice swells with emotion.

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