Page 92 of Iron
“I was fourteen when it happened, the first part. My birthday was weeks away and there was no celebration because there was nothing to celebrate.”
“What happened after you came here?” I asked trying to find some bright light in all her darkness.
“I was sent to live with a distant family member. I didn’t know who they were and she wasn’t prepared to deal with someone like me. I basically had a roof and food until I turned eighteen. She wasn’t unkind, she was simply distant. I couldn’t blame her and I don’t think I really even cared. I didn’t want anyone to try to love me because I couldn’t love them back.”
“But you can. You have love in you, Pet. It’s not buried deep, it’s right there on the surface.” I slid our interlocked hands up her chest until she could feel her heart beating against her palm. “It’s just that most people don’t know what to look for. They don’t take the time to learn your language.”
Her eyes cut up to look at mine. Slowly her brow raised and I saw something dancing in her eyes.
“That’s rather poetic for a deadly biker,” she said with a twitch of her lips.
“Alright, I get it, babe,” I said with a small chuckle. “Get some sleep.”
She rolled over, her arms and legs all moving until she was wrapped around me. I reached down and pulled the covers over us as best as I could.
“I never knew I wanted you,” she whispered against my chest.
My arms tightened around her but I said nothing. She didn’t want me to.
