Page 7 of Wild Tangled Hearts

I could get used to this.

The familiar surroundings of my neighborhood come into view, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights. With practiced ease, Damien maneuvers the bike, guiding it gracefully to a stop in front of my home.

The engine’s growl fades into a quiet hum, and the night’s serenity envelopes us again. Damien switches off the ignition, and as he helps me off the bike, our fingers touch, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

The atmosphere between us is charged with anticipation as he assists me in removing my helmet. I can feel the intensity in his gaze, as if he’s entirely focused on me and nothing else.

“So, I suppose this is goodnight,” I say, my teeth gently tugging at my lower lip.

“Suppose so.” He brushes my hair behind my ear, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “But you know, I’ve got a confession to make.”

“Oh?”

“I brought you home safely, but I must admit, I’m not entirely sure how to say goodbye properly.”

I grin and shake my head. “You mean you didn’t plan a dramatic movie-style ending with a grand speech and a passionate kiss? What kind of bad boy biker are you?”

He erupts into a hearty, full-throated laugh. “What can I say? You figured me out! I even practiced my dramatic monologue in front of the mirror.”

“I’m almost disappointed you didn’t use it.”

He smirks. “Well, maybe next time.”

Next time.Will there be a next time?

“Maybe,” I say softly, falling deeper into those stormy eyes. His gaze remains locked onto me, scorching and intense, pulling me irresistibly closer until there’s barely a breath of space between us.

“Bella?” His fingers trace my jawline, sending a thrill straight to my core.

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

I swallow and nod.

He leans in slowly, and our lips meet. Soft. Gentle. His warm breath mingles with my own. Those long, powerful fingers cup the back of my neck, tangling in my hair as the kiss deepens.

Oh my god, he’s a good kisser.

Every cell in my body is screaming out for more. But I’m not sure I can handle more of Damien Blackwood.

As we pull away, he breathes softly, “Bella, I want to see you again.”

I’m left breathless, torn between the thrill of this enigmatic man and the fear of getting hurt.

“I’m willing to take a chance on something…” His thumb gently traces my cheek as he leans in closer and whispers in a husky voice, “Something real.”

Something real. My heart skips a beat. Is it possible with this man?

A thousand thoughts race through my mind. The chemistry between us is undeniable, and my heart whispers that this might be a chance worth taking. Should I play it safe and end things now, or take a risk and agree to another date?Ordo I listen to the ache between my legs and invite him inside?

I meet Damien’s intense gaze, his eyes mirroring my desire. The choice is mine to make, and it’s a decision that could change everything.

Reader’s Choice:

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