“Patience, Little Fox.The faster you answer mine, the faster we get to yours.”A grin takes over my face.I love the defiance lighting up her eyes and the barely contained frustration.
“Fine,” she huffs out and crosses her arms over her chest.“Then ask away.”
“Why did you go to McHugh’s that night?”
“I don’t know.Roxy wanted to go and I just wanted to let go and pretend I wasn’t me for a night.To feel free and like I could make my own decisions.”
“Why did you get changed before we left?”
Her cheeks turn red as she scrambles to find something to say to me.I know whatever comes out of her mouth next is going to be a lie.
“The truth, Little Fox,” I whisper as I take her hands in mine and stare at her.
“According to Roxy,” she pauses and blows out a long breath.She doesn’t want to admit what she’s about to say, but she knows I won't back down either.
“According to Roxy…” I repeat her words, encouraging her to keep going.
“She says we could never work, but you have a thing for me and if I dressed like that, I’d get your attention,” she spits out in one long breath.
I stare at her, unsure of what to say.Do I admit how I feel and risk my entire life crashing down around me?Do I lie and save myself the drama, knowing it will cement myself in her life as anything but her boyfriend?
“Obviously she’s crazy.”She tugs her hands out of mine and tries to stand.“I should go.Dinner was delicious.Thank you for cooking for me.”
She tries to step over my leg to get away from me.Before she can get away, I tug the leg that’s between mine out from under her and make it so she’s straddling me.
“What the heck, Storm?”She shrieks and pounds her tiny fist against my chest.
“Let’s get something straight before you try to storm off and another door gets a hole in it.”I slip my hands under her sweater and let them rest on her bare waist.“Roxy isn't crazy.I’ve always had a thing for you.”
“No.No, you don’t.You just watched me because Dad told you to.”
“He did tell me to, but I would’ve watched you even if he told me not to.No matter where we are or who is with us, my attention is always on you, Dix.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the way desire swarms inside her honey-colored irises.She doesn’t want to run away from me.She wants to know she means something to me.
“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, Dixie.It’s killed me to stay away from you.”I thread my fingers through her hair and grip the back of her neck.
“Then why did you stay away?”She asks breathlessly.
“Well, I didn’t think Porter would like me confessing my undying love to his underage daughter.”
“Undying love?That sounds a bit dramatic.”She smirks, leaning into my touch.
“I didn’t think you’d want some old guy flirting with you,” I continue, ignoring her teasing.
“You are almost twice my age.”
“Not twice.I know you’re not that bad at math, Little Fox.I used to help you with your homework.”
“That just makes you sound old.”She scrunches up her nose at me.“Why did you stay away, Storm?”
“Because you deserve better than the vice president of a motorcycle club.”
Chapter 12
Dixie
Istareathimin disbelief.He can't be serious right now.He’s amazing.So much better than I ever thought I’d be able to find in a man.
