The next morning arrived with another nearly sleepless night passing as my thoughts were centered on Torin.
After we'd made love, he'd become distant, avoiding any eye contact. Climbing on his bike, he'd helped me climb on behind him, Then with a small shake of his head, he'd started the engine and we'd headed back toward the compound without another word passing between us. The longer the silence grew between the more used I'd felt.
When we'd reached the compound, he'd brought the bike to a stop. Remaining seated, he'd offered a hand to help me dismount. Afterward, he growled, "I fuckin' screwed up. I should have never been with you," then shifting the bike into gear, he roared off, leaving me shredded and pissed off.
My anger carried me through the rest of the night and most of the
