“Talon?” I asked after a while.
“Angel.”
“How come you’ve never brought me here before?”
He hesitated, his fingers slowing on my hip. “I thought about it, that night you first showed up at Jake’s door. All I wanted to do was bring you here, lock you up, keep you safe. But I realized you’d be more comfortable in the house you grew up in, than at a clubhouse full of filthy bikers.”
I was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in.
“I really appreciate you for that. And for practically living there with me this whole time, in that shitty old farmhouse, when you could’ve been here in this big, luxurious bed.” I rolled over languidly, stretching my arms above head for emphasis. “But sometimes… it feels like there’s still so much about you that I don’t know.”
He caught my hand, bringing
