I folded up, staring at the door as if his retreat through it didn’t make sense.
Itdidn’t.
I mean, I’d been primed. Ready. Willing.
Why the hell had he left?
It wasn’t long before the confusion gave way to something like rejection.
And becausethatwas uncomfortably like he’d left me stinging in places I thought were well-protected, I went ahead and got angry about it.
Because that was a lot more comfortable than admitting that he made me feel something, made me want something.
Made me want him.
And something told me it was deeper than just simple desire.
That, well, that just couldn’t stand.
I had to cut it off at the knees before it made me do something monumentally stupid.
Like catch feelings for some fucking biker.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Colter
I expected the cold.
She was fucking ice the next day.
It was so obvious that I caught a few of the guys casting curious looks in my direction. Whether they suspected something had happened, or were simply curious if I was seeing what they were seeing was beyond me.
As much as I didn’t love the coolness coming from her, I still believed leaving was the right move.
I had a feeling that someone like Dylan would have been able to compartmentalize or play down sex. An itch being scratched, nothing more, nothing less.
Whether it made any sense at all, I didn’t want it to be reduced to that.
Not that there was anything wrong with casual sex.
But there was something with Dylan.
A spark.
Something I hadn’t felt with a woman in a long, long time.
If I wasn’t careful, with a woman like her, that spark could burn and fizzle out just as quickly.
I didn’t want that.
So I had to walk away.
Even if she was pissed at me for it.
It would be worth it in the long run. If it allowed her to let her guards down a little around me. If it let me get to know her better. If she could possibly let me in.
I was willing to get frostbite in the pursuit of something warm and soft and sweet.
