Saint:
I never have people over. My place is just that—mine. I’m not like Blaze, dragging women in and out of my bed. The guys and I have the bar and the shop for hanging out, but my apartment? That’s my space. Private.
But there was never a question about where I was taking Shay tonight. She was coming home with me.
I was trying to relax and calm down, so I clicked on the TV while Shay was in the bathroom. I was watching a show when my eyes went to Shay finally coming out. My sweats hung low on her hips, way too big, the waistband rolled just to keep them from falling off. The MC tee swallowed her whole, the fabric slipping off one delicate shoulder.
I swallowed hard.
She looked tiny. Fragile. And yet, there was something about seeing her like this, draped in my clothes, that mad
