~TESSA~
I woke up in his arms. My hottie... my biker saviour was still sleeping peacefully. I knew he was going through a lot.
I mean, knowing your sister... someone really dear to your heart was murdered just like that... By some good-for-nothing jerk.
I could feel his pain... deep down. I didn't like seeing my Ryder like this, because he was my strength.
My only source of hope.
I watched the rise and fall of his chest. Ryder’s arm was still draped across my waist, heavy and warm.
His face, softened by sleep, looked younger somehow... less guarded, less hunted.
The lines of pain that usually creased his brow had smoothed out, if only for now.
But I knew.
He wasn’t really asleep...
His breathing had that practiced rhythm... the kind you use when you're pretending to rest, when y
