Page 28 of Falling for Her

After losing Mom, I learned life is precious and riding without a helmet on the road like this is stupid. Meaning I’m silly because I went all googly eyes on this fine specimen of a man – stupid hormones.

For nearly five minutes, I stay gripping Damian like a damn koala bear with my forehead against his back before he finally pulls over. I still don’t move, keeping my grip on him, and he chuckles, “You can open your eyes now, angel,” as he gently rubs my clasped hands over his waist.

I take deep breaths, trying to calm my shaking, before I slowly lift my head and look to my right. My eyes widen at the vision before me, the lake shining in the sun and trees surrounding it, and I loosen my grip on Damian.

“Oh wow,” I whisper, sitting up straight before Damian climbs off his bike. I don’t move, though, even as it wobbles a little, too mesmerized, and I ask, “Where are we?”

I never knew something like this existed in Hopeton.

“We’re about fifteen miles outside of town, and this is my thinking place,” he replies. I look at him and find his sole focus on me instead of the scenery. He smiles, “I wanted to bring you somewhere that means something to me.”

Damian looks at me like I’m his whole world and would disappear if he ever looked away, which is just… Wow. We’ve only had one date, we’ve only known each other for a week, and yet he’s looking at me that way, bringing me to his special place.

The man is guaranteeing that he embeds himself in my heart, and honestly, it’s working, which is scary as hell.

Smiling bashfully, I look back at the lake away from his intense gaze as my stomach tightens.

If I thought riding was peaceful, this place is amazing.

“Want to go for a walk with me, angel?” Damian asks and I look at him again and smile slightly.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I question him instead of answering him, and he smirks.

He replies, “Because that is what you are, an angel.” I tilt my head, and he smiles, “You lost the most important person to you, and instead of falling apart, you stood by your father and helped him raise your brother while running your mother's bakery and staying afloat. Instead of holding a grudge against your ex-boyfriend, you became his friend. You, Essy, are an angel.”

My eyes tear, his words so goddamn sweet.

I sniffle and rasp, “You’ll make me cry.”

He smiles softly and murmurs, “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” before walking over to me.

Gently, he takes my leg and brings it around while holding my hips so that I don’t fall, making me gasp in shock before he stands between my legs and cups my cheek. My hands automatically grip his sides as his thumb softly moves side to side on my cheek and our eyes lock.

Sparks fly between us and even if I wanted to look away, I wouldn’t be able to as I stay locked in his intense gaze, my heart pounding, my stomach fluttering.

“In the past week I’ve known you, Essy, I’ve found you to be the sweetest girl I’ve ever met, and I don’t plan on letting you go,” he admits before pressing his lips against mine. I melt instantly, opening my mouth for his tongue before he tangles it with my own as my grip on his shirt tightens.

We kiss gently and softly before he mutters, “Fuck, where have you been all my life,” against my lips, then kisses me again harder and I wrap my arms around his neck and mumble back, “I’ve been right here waiting for you,” and I kiss him again, my tongue tangling with his and my whole body lights up as his grip on my cheek tightens and he wraps an arm around my waist, underneath his jacket, to hold me to him.

He says he’ll never be able to let me go after a week of knowing me, but what he needs to understand is that I’ll never let him let me go.

He’s mine.

Chapter 11

Jokester – Three Weeks Later

Me:

I have someone I want you to meet but you can’t tell anyone, not even Bullet and you can’t wear your cut. x

Islowlylickmybottom lip from side to side as I re-read the text five times, doubt filling me as I twist a little on my stool, using my legs to keep the motion from side to side. If I hit send, I’m letting part of my old world in with my new world. But, if I don’t hit send and Scarlett finds out from someone else that I’ve found the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with, something I know Essy will say is too soon to declare, she’ll have my fucking balls and I like my balls.

Groaning knowing it’s a no brainer, I quickly press the send button and fucking hope that I’m not making a mistake before throwing my phone onto the counter.

It’s been a month since I met Essy, a month I haven’t had contact with the club. Except Acid, because of the counter, not that he knows who it was for. I lied and said I broke it, and then there’s Bullet, who hasn’t allowed me to go silent on him but considering I have Levi and Hannah sometimes, I know I can’t go radio silent on him. Even though, some days I fucking wish I could.

The fucker continues to bring up my cut every chance he gets, and it’s getting old.

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