“My own trashed ride is lying abandoned in a dumpster. The second one in as many weeks. If I keep going through motorcycles like this, I'm going to end up permanently glued to my … I pause. Ay, Dios mio. I have no idea what to call Gaine. Boyfriend isn't right, never was. He's more than that now. I can finally admit it, even if it's grudgingly. I press myself close and revel in the warmth of him, of knowing I have someone I can count on. Finally. I sigh and let myself drift away, past the old ni...ghtmares, past the new ones, and into a place where I just am, where I'm resting in the moment, not caring what happened in the past or what will happen in the future. I have myself, and I have Gaine. For now, that's all I need. Well, that a new ride, but that'll come eventually. I'm not worried about it. As we move across the earth like a stampede, carving our names into the wind and grinding the dust with our wheels, I feel Gaine's body start to tighten, like he's anticipating doing something dangerous.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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