Page 91 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
You’re allowed.
Me
BUT SO MANY FEELINGS.
Megan
That’s what love looks like, honey.
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WHEN SPREADSHEETS AND LEATHER JACKETS COLLIDE (OR: HOW I BECAME A BIKER’S GIRL)
Posted by Anonymous at 10:21 a.m.
May 31
There’s something surreal about waking up in your hot biker boyfriend’s bed on a Saturday morning, five weeks after he gave you a key to his place, his arm draped possessively over your waist, and his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. Like somehow, in the span of three months, your entire life has shifted on its axis.
Me
I MAYBE THINK I LIVE HERE NOW??
Megan
List your reasons why and I will evaluate.
Me
1. My favourite coffee mug is in his kitchen. 2. My toothbrush has a permanent spot next to his. 3. I wear his shirt while coding on his couch. 4. I haven’t slept in my own bed for nearly three weeks.
Megan
So, you definitely live there now. Girl math.
Me
CODE RED: I THINK I’M HAPPY ABOUT IT.
Megan
And we didn’t even need Brad for this.
As Jake slept, I took a moment to catalogue the changes in my life since that first day he moved into this building three months ago, mentally sorting them into categories like I would lines of code:
CATEGORY: Things That Are Different Now
Sleep schedule (currently aligned with a hot biker’s rather than my late-night coding sprints)
Primary residence (pretty much moved from 4A to 4C)
Default relationship status (previously: chronically single; currently: his)
Vocabulary (now includes terms like “old lady,” “church” (the club meeting kind), and “patches but not the coding kind”)
Heart condition (formerly stable, now prone to racing whenever he walks into a room)
