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He had on dark, washed jeans and his black motorcycle boots.

Underneath his kutte, he had on a dark red wine-colored long-sleeved button-up.

The sleeves were rolled up his forearms, showing off all that delectable ink.

And then my eyes locked on his.

And what I saw there... written clear as day in those caramel-colored eyes of his?

I felt my hand come up and press it into my heart, then I gasped.

Because written there, clear as day was one emotion.

An emotion I didn’t know if I would ever see in those eyes of his.

Love.

Pure, unfiltered, unapologetic... love.

Oh, my stars.

He stopped in front of me, taking a moment to take me in just as I had him.

I watched as his eyes trailed over every part of me.

From the roots of my hair to the ends.

From the corners of my eyes to the other corner.

From the bridge of my nose down to my lips.

From my chin to my throat.

From my throat to my waist.

From my waist to the tips of my toes.

And then he brought his gaze back up, and then he swallowed, and then... he spoke.

“I’m not asking you to come home with me. I’m not asking you to forgive me. What I am asking is for another chance to do things differently this time. To show you how much you mean to me. To show you that there's no one else in the world I would ever want at my side other than you. If you want, I’ll leave the MC to be here with you. If you want, I’ll stay back home and only see you on the holidays. I’ll give you anything and everything you could ever want; all you have to do is tell me.”

As much as I loved him, as much as I relished the time we had together.

I knew it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

Therefore, I said, “That all sounds great, Xander, it really does. But that’s not enough.”

I watched as his jaw ticked once, twice, then he swallowed, and then he nodded.

“Then tell me. Tell me what you want me to say. I’ll do fucking anything for you. You truly are the love of my life, and without you, my home isn’t my home anymore. It's wherever you are. Whether it’s back home, here, or anywhere else. You're it for me, Nola. You’re the grey matter where my star lives. You.”

I swallowed.

And then I stared at him.

I wanted to say yes.