Saint:
I rode all the way to the MC clubhouse, the rumble of my bike barely noticeable after the high of seeing Shay. I parked in the garage and sat there for a second, just taking in the quiet. It felt different tonight—like there was something pulling me forward, something new I couldn’t quite name yet.
Blaze pulled in behind me, revving his engine before shutting it off. He knew me well enough to see that something was off, and the grin on his face gave me no peace. "What’s got you all smiley? You never smile, especially not like that," he teased.
I just shrugged it off, trying to play it cool. "Nothing. Just a good night, man."
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Blaze could tell I was acting different—more... happy than usual. It wasn’t like me to be so light-hearted, especia
