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Maybe I need to go get my goddamn head checked because this woman is fucking me up. And I can’t even figure out why. Yeah, she’s beautiful. Fucking drop dead gorgeous, actually, but so are other women. She’s funny, she’s kind, she’s strong as hell but none of that explains why I’m sitting on my fucking bike in the alley outside her apartment, waiting ever so not patiently for the clock to hit seven so I can see if she’ll agree to have dinner with me. None of it explains why the tiny little voice in my head said, “yes, her” as soon as her lips touched mine. A groan is ripped from me and I resist the urge to lay my head on the gas tank of my bike. Instead, I turn to look up at the window of her apartment.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I check my phone again.

Six-fifty-five.

Fuck it.

I can’t wait any longer.

My stomach does a somersault as I climb off my bike and start up the stairs to her apartment door. I used to live in this place. It was familiar, it was home, but not anymore. Now it feels completely new and I can’t fucking understand why.

God.

What if she says no?

What the hell am I supposed to do then?

I know what I’ll do tonight. I’ll head back to the clubhouse and beat the shit out of something until I’m physically too tired to stand. But, tomorrow, when the sun comes up again, what the hell do I do? Chalk this whole thing up to two mind blowing kisses and nothing more?

I stop in front of her door and stare at it, my hand hovering above the wood. My mouth goes dry as I knock. And I swear to God, my heart stops beating as I wait for her to answer.

Then, the door swings open.

She’s in cutoff jeans, a halter top and some kind of heels that show off her long, tanned legs and I almost choke on my own tongue.

Goddamn.

With a grin, she slides her hands into the front pockets of her shorts and leans against the doorframe. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

Shoot me now.

“So?” I ask. “Dinner?”

Wow, Dalton.

This has got to be the smoothest you’ve ever been in your fucking life.

Not.

Her smile grows and her stunning hazel eyes trail down the front of my body before meeting my gaze. “I could eat.”

I release a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and hold my hand out to her. She takes it, gladly, threading her fingers through mine, and the simple move calms my frantic, fried brain. After she grabs her wallet and keys out of the apartment, I shut the door and make sure it’s locked. Then, we head down to my bike.

“Have you ever ridden before?” I ask, pointing to the bike. Her mouth opens before closing again as she shakes her head.

“Not for a long time and only going slow around the neighborhood.”

I arch a brow in question and then it hits me.