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My hips gyrated into her; a breathy moan escaped her lips, and a loud bang on her door broke our trance. I jumped from the bed. Delilah was still hazy with arousal, and a small smile formed on her lips.

Her fucking roommates.

“That was amazing, thank you.” Her eyes began to close, and my heart leaped from my chest.

I wanted more of that. I wanted it all. But I couldn’t give it to her. I couldn’t put her or the club in danger.

Delilah rustled in the covers to get comfortable. I laid out medicine and a glass of water for her to take when she woke up the next day.

She mumbled under her breath, whispering my name. I lifted the covers to hear her, to make sure she didn’t need anything else.

“I wished on my birthday candles for you to love me, like I love you.”

My breath, hell, my heart stopped. “What?” I asked, leaning closer to her.

But it was already too late. She was fast asleep, dreaming of happy endings that could never happen.

Chapter Fifteen

Delilah

Heshifteduncomfortablyonthe hardwood floor.

I stared over at the bed, tapping my fingers on the pillow. I had initially fallen asleep quickly, but now it was two a.m., and I was wide awake. It was the deepest sleep I’d had in a while, and I was very grateful for that.

When I rolled over, trying to get into a better position, I immediately remembered the biker on the floor. He had pillows, blankets, and clothes all around him. He was sprawled out, laying on his side.

Hotel room floors were disgusting, and even worse was the bare side of the mattress. I mean, he was touching it, almost reaching? Or was I playing that in my head like he really wanted me?

I’d drilled it into my head for such a long time that we could never be, and now Hawke walked into my life saying he wanted me. I was just supposed to accept it and savor it? Were we going to walk off to our happily ever after?

I knew Hawke, and he was one fickle person.

One minute he was kissing me, the next he was running off into the night, avoiding me for days. He probably used those dang GPS trackers to make sure I wasn’t coming near him.

Gah, what an idiot.

The whole GPS tracking thing should have bothered me, but it didn’t. Not with my past. In fact, it comforted me that someone I trusted was watching me so closely. I always wondered if the past would catch up with me and steal me away. If I was taken, now I knew for sure they would have found me.

It was nice to know they would have rescued me.

The rushing lights of the traffic flew by the window. The honks of the cars created the constant echo in my head. Now I would never be able to get to sleep, not with the familiar sounds plaguing me.

I stared back down at Hawke, only to see him staring right back at me. But instead of the intensity that usually oozed from him, I found a more vulnerable side. His eyes were round, innocent looking. It was the epitome of puppy dog eyes.

And then he whimpered.

He whimpered like a guilty puppy stuck in the corner.

As I saw his vulnerability, I couldn’t help but bite my lip. Hawke had confessed he loved me, cared for me, but they were just words. I needed action. I needed to know why he really stayed away for so long.

I mean, look at Grim and Journey. Grim said he was going to have Journey, and he did. Hawke didn’t do that for me.

I clamped my jaw shut, trying to hold on to my anger.

The rough-looking biker, sleeping on the floor below me, as close as he could be without being on the bed, was whimpering. I exhaled heavily, battling with the thoughts in my head.

I wanted him to suffer, but in turn, I was making myself suffer as well. I wanted him, even though I shouldn’t because of the two years of emotional turmoil. I should make him lay there on the cold ground until he was completely broken like my heart felt.

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