We stand there, the noise swirling around us, not speaking.Just looking.
"I should go," I say finally."This was…I shouldn't be here."
"Why did you come over here?"he asks.
"I don't know."
"Enya—"
“Don’t,” I whisper softly.“Don’t apologize again.I’ve accepted that you made a mistake.We’ve all been there.”
He closes his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose.“I could apologize a million times, Enya, and it would never be enough for hurting you.I never meant to.What I did was fucked up, and if I could, I’d go back and change it.”
My chest is rising and falling rapidly.I try to get my breathing under control, but it’s impossible.My pulse is racing as my mind runs wild.“What do you want from me, Tank?”
“Everything,” he answers immediately without missing a beat.“Anything.”
My resolve is crumbling.I can feel it.The walls I've spent three years building are starting to crack under the weight of want.
"Your room," I say before I can stop myself."Is it here?"
His eyes widen slightly."Yeah.Down that corridor.Private quarters for patched members."
"Show me."
"Enya—"
"Show me," I repeat, my voice steadier than I feel."Before I change my mind."
He searches my face, looking for certainty.He must see it because he nods once and steps back, gesturing toward a hallway off the main room.
I follow.
Every step feels like I'm walking toward something I can't take back.
Good.
Maybe I don't want to take it back.
The corridor is quieter, dimmer.Doors line both sides, private rooms for club members.Tank stops at one near the end and pulls out a key.
"Last chance to walk away," he says, hand on the door handle.
"I won’t."
He opens the door.
The room is small.A bed against one wall, dresser opposite, window with the blinds pulled down.It smells like leather and smoke.
I step inside.Hear the door close behind me.The click of the lock.
We're alone.
Really alone.
My heart's racing, breath coming too fast.Part of me wants to run.Part of me wants to launch myself at him and not think about consequences or morning or anything beyond right now.
"Enya."My name in his mouth is soft and careful."We don't have to?—"
