The infirmary door clicked shut behind Marco, but the guilt still clung to me like old grease.
Colossus didn’t let me linger. His massive hand settled at the small of my back — warm, steady, always so damn careful — and guided me straight past the main room where the club was still buzzing about the gate drama. Rogue shot us a knowing smirk. Jax whistled low. Even Viper gave a short nod like he approved of whatever was about to happen behind closed doors.
“Tonight,” Colossus had promised earlier. No fear. No holding back.
My pulse kicked up as we reached the end of the hallway. His room was the last one — bigger than mine, with a heavy oak door that looked like it could survive a siege. He pushed it open and stepped aside so I could enter first, ever the gentleman giant.
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