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¡°Am I not supposed to be here?¡± He could tell I was getting offended because he raised
his palms in the air and rushed to my side. The bedsheet fell when he grabbed my hand
that clutched to it, revealing my naked chest, but his eyes stayed locked to mine.
¡°You¡¯re supposed to be here,¡± he assured me. ¡°I guess¡ I guess something went on
tonight. I¡¯ve gotta go, actually¡¡±
¡°Oh,¡± I said. ¡°Me, too.¡±
I turned my face away and jumped off the bed, searching for my pants. I tried to stop
it, but already I could feel my walls build up around me. A needle pricked my heart at him
leaving in the middle of the night, but when I bent over and saw a bike helmet on the
ground, I remembered what I signed up for, long before he had convinced me to stay.
You don¡¯t fall in love with the bad boy. No matter how alive they make you feel.
¡°Hey,¡± he said. ¡°I meant what I said earlier. This isn¡¯t a one-night stand.¡±
I kept my back to him, and he continued. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect this to come up.¡±
I didn¡¯t know what to say to him. Something didn¡¯t feel right. I did believe him though;
there was no way anyone could hide that disappointment.
Even though I enjoyed the motorcycle ride to his house, I was thankful that at three in
the morning, he offered to drive me home in his truck. Halfway through the silent trip, I
looked from the window to him and said, ¡°I¡¯m not mad.¡±
I saw him glance at me with a raised brow. ¡°Really?¡±
¡°No, I¡¯m tired,¡± I said honestly. ¡°I have no business knowing what¡¯s up.¡±
He nodded and dragged his eyes back to the road. When we pulled up, he removed the
keys and turned to me. ¡°Samantha, look¡¡±
¡°Isaac, it¡¯s fine.¡±
¡°No, I¡¡± He looked at his lap. ¡°Tonight was amazing and I¡ I just really hope we can
do it again. I hope this doesn¡¯t change anything.¡±
Touched by his affection, I managed to smile. I knew with all the red flags screaming
that I should run away, but I couldn¡¯t resist another repeat of the evening. ¡°I¡¯d love to.¡±
When I answered, he didn¡¯t say anything, just leaned over the console to press his lips
against mine one last time. I made sure to savor the taste of his tongue on mine, the
scratching of his palms against my cheek, the way he said my name when he broke away
