I bit my lip. “I don’t know.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“I hated you until about three minutes ago, so I’m not sure I can move past that.”
Flash smiled. “You said, ‘hated,’ not ‘hate.’ That’s a good start.”
I forced myself not to smile, purposely frowning instead. “But we can’t just pick up where we left off.”
“Why not?”
“Because the trust has been broken,” I rasped.
“But it was broken for no reason,” he pointed out, stroking my cheek. “I’m willing to try and fix that, are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know much, do you?” he teased.
“Not when it comes to you and how I feel about you, no. Everything’s topsy-turvy right now.”
“I get it,” he said. “But I miss you, Tate. Don’t you miss me?”
“Like warm cinnamon rolls,” I admitted.
“Huh?”
“Nothing,” I breathed out.
He smiled. “Since we both miss each other, how about we quit doin’ that and work on being together?”
I wrinkled my nose. “I guess I don’t have anything better to do.”
Flash chuckled. “That’s the spirit.”
“How do we do this, exactly?”
“You’ve never dated anyone?”
I let out a quiet snort. “I have never dated a biker, and I’ve never dated you, so I have no idea where to start.”
“We start with me takin’ you to dinner.”
I shook my head. “I think we need to slow this down.”
“We haven’t even started.”
I nodded, meeting his eyes. “And, honestly, I don’t know if it’s something I want.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“Well, at the very least, I need time to process this.”
“How much time?”
“As long as it takes, Flash.”
He sighed, closing his eyes, then giving me a quick nod. “I’m gonna go. But tomorrow I’m gonna take you to dinner, yeah?”
