Eight - MeyerI enjoyed the feel of Nadia wrapped around me too much. She was on the back of my bike, clinging desperately to me, and I could almost convince myself it wasn’t about the blatant fear of being on a motorcycle for the first time, but instead about a deep desire for me.
Almost.
What worried me wasn’t that she was doing that, but that I was so interested in her doing that. How much I wanted her to want me.
She’d rejected me at least twice now—well, three times if you count the slap in the face and the walking away at the bar—and instead of leaving me with the sense that she wasn’t worth the trouble, I found myself more and more eager to try again. I wanted to win her over so badly and I couldn’t figure out why.
I told myself it was the rejection itself. I was interested in th
