My grip on her tightened, and I struggled to release it as I took in her words. The idea that Regan could care about me enough to count it as love one day felt wrong, and perfect in a twisted way.
The races would continue on all night, but I was already growing bored of it after a third fistfight broke out.
“We’re heading back to my bike,” I said, not asking Regan as I turned her towards the way we came. They all nodded, half of them staying and the other half heading into the crowd of bikes. I assumed the guys would be looking for a girl to hang out with and, for all I cared, Evie could look for a guy. I wanted to sit with Regan and only her.
When we reached my bike, I lifted her up onto it, my lips finding hers immediately as my hands roamed over her hips and sides.
She pulled me close, her hands gripping the front of my jacket to keep me there. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Of course,” I replied, my hands resting on her hips. “I’d take you anywhere you wanted to go.”
“Anywhere?”
“Absolutely anywhere,” I whispered, kissing her again. Her tongue moved against mine as her hands slipped under my shirt again, sliding up my back.
“How about taking me to my bed?”
I was already lifting her back onto her seat and handing her the helmet. “You barely have to ask for that one, Rebel.”
She leaned on my back as I started up the bike and I rubbed at my aching chest.
I knew it when she walked around, laughing at my jokes and getting along with the pack. I knew it when she wrapped her armaround my waist to nestle up against me, and again when she got on my bike to stand on the pegs and kiss me.
I was already falling in love with Regan Fletcher, and true to the Fletcher name, she was bound to ruin my life.
Thirty-Two
Regan
It was the next night when Rook decided to take me out. He pulled the bike into a parking spot and helped me off, not saying a word as he wrapped his hand in mine, leading me down the street.
“You really have this all planned?”
“Yes. Is that too surprising?”
“Honestly, yeah. You don’t exactly come off like the ‘plans out a date’ type.”
“Well, I’m not. This is my first, so don’t judge me too harshly.”
Soft light spilled out from the shops that were still open, and I could smell the food from nearby restaurants. I leaned into him, enjoying every peaceful second of the night.
He slowed at the next intersection, taking a right down the next street, and I pulled him to a stop.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking down the creepy road I knew all to well.
“Taking you to where we first met,” he said, waving a hand towards the creepy road. “Obviously.”
I laughed, pulling him to a stop. “While that is a very good start to a date, normally, we really don’t have to go get killed or robbed.”
“Nothing would happen to you.”
“I guess that’s true. No one’s bothering me when my robber is with me already.”
He grinned, looking back down the street. “I still want to make it clear that I never robbed you, or tried.”
“But you are trying to take something from me now?” I asked. The words he told me when he was drunk had still been on my mind, but I hadn’t found out what they meant.
He straightened up, looking into my eyes, and I froze. “Yes, I am.” He pulled something out of his pocket, making me glance down. “But I have so much I am willing to give in return.”
