Before Stone could open his mouth to respond to her insult or pull his weapon, she turned around on her high leather heel and strolled back toward her group of bikers, her hips swaying with a confident rhythm with every single step she took through the gravel.
I stood completely frozen to the spot, the wonderful high of freedom I had felt just a few minutes ago on the back seat of his motorcycle completely shattered into a million bloody pieces. I felt naked, foolish, and plain all over again.
Stone turned my body around slowly to face him, his large hands reaching up to cup both sides of my face with a gentle force. “Hey. Stop looking away. Look straight at me, Tessa.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his gaze, but my vision was already burning and blurry with a fresh wave of hot tears that I
