“Did it work?”
“It wasn’t stupid.”
He pulls back, looks at me. “I’m not planning one now.” xev bellringer ride
I should stay angry. I should get back on the bike and ride home, leave him to his ghosts and his whiskey. But my body has other plans. My body remembers the weight of his hands, the sound of his breathing, the way he used to trace the line of my collarbone when he thought I was asleep. “Did it work