“If he shows back up and I’m up here, he’ll kill me.”
“He’s not coming back.”
“How do you know?”
“Cause I told him the hard truth that he hasn’t wanted to hear for 9 years.”
I don’t need to look at him to know the look he’s giving me.
“He dropped out of school and came back for me. But he wasn’t ever there. They both missed my graduation.”
“What?”
“Yeah, Zeke was on the road and couldn’t get back. And Z had gotten arrested, the entire club had gotten arrested. It’s just like every time a significant moment in my life happens, my brothers are too busy.”
He just sighs as he looks at me, his rich eyes drawing me in. I know breaking our space rule is dangerous, but after what just happened, after what Z just said to me, I need to feel him.
Lifting the cloth to his lip and gently trying to dab it. Getting the blood to stop before moving over and picking the couple of pieces of gravel out of his face.
“I’m sorry, I got you punched.” I can’t help but laugh a little as he stands up, glancing in the mirror.
“It’s cool. It’s been a while. I think I’d forgotten how hard he canhit.” Looking up at me, he smirks. “And I told you it was bound to happen.”
It makes me laugh as I meet his eyes. “Do you regret it?” I can’t help but ask him.
“Regret what?” He asks. “Us?”
Slowly, I nod my head.
He clears his throat, leaning in to me before hesitating. Feeling his breath on me for the first time in almost a year makes my heart flutter. “I need to get out of here.” He gasps as if he just realized what he’s about to let himself do, and regretting it before it happens.
I stand shocked as the door slams shut with his brisk exit.
“Oh, hell no,” I mutter and chase after him out of the building.
“Elias!”I’m shouting after him from across the parking lot. “You don’t get to walk away and not answer.”
He turns back towards me, smirking. “Do you?”
“Never.” I shake my head, fighting a smile from my face. “Now you have to answer.”
“I can’t.” He calls back to me.
“Why not?”
The smirk shifts to a cocky expression. He doesn’t even wince as the cut opens, small droplets of blood peeking through. He walks back over to me. I’m stuck in a daze as I stand, not being able to move. Not being able to take my eyes off him.
A gasp leaves me as he grips the back of my neck, slamminghis lips down onto mine. My hearts in my throat as I kiss him back, gripping onto his shirt and pulling him in closer to me. His tongue snaking its way into my mouth. The emotion wells up inside me as the moment wraps me up, passion bubbling up through my body.
Slowing our kiss, he pulls back first as his hand lingers on my neck. My eyes open to his dark ones staring back. There’s a hint of happiness in them as he looks back at me. “Cause Sketch, you may not be ready to forgive me, but we’re not doneyet.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he struts back across the parking lot, pushes his head inside the helmet, kicks over the bike, and starts it.
When he looks up at me, I can’t see anything except for the helmet, but I can’t move from the spot, fighting with myself to keep my goddamn mouth shut.
Lifting the visor, I can see the seriousness in his eyes as he motions, pointing to himself, and then holds up 2 fingers.
Me too.
As if he could read my mind, and how I wanted to tell him I love him.
