Cruz:
The bike roared beneath me, but it was nothing compared to the storm in my chest.
I tore out of that parking lot like the devil himself was riding with me.
Maybe he was.
Maybe I was the devil now — baptized by the kiss of a blonde angel who didn’t even realize she'd just sealed her fate.
Fuck.
My hands gripped the bars so tight my fingers went numb, but I barely noticed.
Every part of me still burned — my mouth, my chest, my goddamn soul.
She was everywhere.
On my skin, in my blood, in the dark spaces of my mind where no one had ever lasted more than a passing glance.
I wanted to turn the bike around and find her.
Drag her out of that tiny townhouse of hers and finish what we started.
Finish what I needed.
I shouldn’t have touched her.
I should have walked her to her ca
