Rhea
The drive back had been painfully quiet. Awkward. The kind where you suddenly become too aware of the person sitting next to you.
And I hated that. And hated my heart more for still pounding. I kept my eyes fixed outside the window the entire time, refusing to look at Ryan even once.
Because if I did, I knew I would remember it.
His hand on my waist and the way his eyes raked my body.
Why would he do that? Why would he touch me without my permission?
The car slowed and stopped. We were back at the MC base.
Finally. Ryan killed the engine.
I immediately unbuckled my seatbelt and without looking at him, I said, "Next time, don't touch me without my permission."
My hand was already on the door handle when his hand shot out when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
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