Shay:
My heart pounded as I followed Saint into the parking lot, his large hand resting on my waist, guiding me like he had done it a thousand times before. It felt effortless—natural.
"Where’d you park?" I asked, scanning the lot.
"Right here," he said, stopping in front of his motorcycle.
I blinked. "Carter Wilde! Be serious!"
He turned, expression dark, full of that untamed confidence. "I’m dead serious." With that, he grabbed my bag and purse, stuffing them into the side pouch like it was already decided.
"Saint... I don’t know... I’ve never..." I trailed off, nerves knotting in my stomach.
He held a helmet out to me, stepping closer, his voice dropping as he whispered into my ear, "Looks like I’m your first then, babe."
A shiver ran down my spine as he winked, putting on his o
