DAISY POV
The ride back to the clubhouse felt longer than it should have, but God knows that I loved it and I didn't want it to end.
Yeah, I know that’s silly. My life was a wreckage, but blame my body for wanting more of this—not the scary part, but this part. The part where my cheek pressed against Diesel’s back, my arms locked around his waist exactly the way he’d ordered. My fingers dug into the hard ridges of his abs through his shirt, and every bump on the road pushed me tighter against him. Underneath it all, his body gave off a steady, grounding heat.
I didn’t speak. Neither did he.
But my head was spinning while a stupid, unstoppable smile kept tugging at my lips. I couldn’t stop replaying how Diesel had stepped in like a dark, furious hero.
I hadn’t been able to process it
