“Took you long enough, Psycho,” I called, letting my irritation seep into my voice. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.”
She shot me a smile, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, relax. I needed to get everything just right. Good things take time.”
“More than a good thing,” I muttered under my breath, trying not to look too hard at the way her leather jacket hugged her curves. “We’ll be lucky if we make it there before midnight at this rate.”
I stared a little too long as she slid on her helmet. I loved the way she looked in the moment of putting on her helmet. Her lips would always part slightly, her eyes focused on the helmet, her hands careful as she tried to pull it over her head and not mess up her hair. I could never look away.
She patted her coat a few times, pulling out her phone and putting it back.
“Evie,” I groaned. “You have everything you need. Let’s go.”
She glared up at me but slid onto her seat.
I’d been trying not to want her and failing harder every day. Every time I got near her, I said the wrong thing just to keep my hands off her. If I crossed that line again, I wasn’t sure I’d come back from it.
I had to keep reminding myself this was only a game to her. She didn’t actually want me—she couldn’t.
Could she?
Her arms slipped around my waist in a way that was so comfortable, so familiar. It had me gritting my teeth already, the warmth of her body pressed against mine doing things to my head I didn’t have time for.
The bike jumped to life beneath us, and I took off, faster than usual, hearing Evie’s muffled laughter as she gripped tighter.
“Wow, I know you’re annoyed, but are you trying to kill me before we even get there?” she teased, her voice barely audible even in my helmet.
The ride should’ve been like any other—just another night, another trip—but with her pressed up against me, it wasn’t. Every time we hit a bump, I felt her move with me, like we were in sync. She belonged here with me.
Because she was mine.
No one else would ever belong there like she did. No one else ever felt right, and I didn’t think anyone else ever would.
Bikes lined the parking area of Syndicate, a variety of lights and chrome gleaming under the dim streetlights as the familiar chaos of rowdy laughter and raised voices filled the night.
Evie slipped off the bike before I had a chance to turn it off, but I grabbed her before she got too far.
“Could you please stay by me and behave tonight?”
“No,” she said, shrugging off her jacket. “I have things to do that include other men, not you.”
My mouth dropped open the moment she unzipped the jacket. The small top she was wearing cut to a point at her hips, the bandanna-like thing tying around the back and barely keeping her breasts in place. The wordPsychobedazzled across the front.
“Fuck, Evie. What are you wearing?”
I was already pulling off my hoodie, ready to force it on her, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the top.
“A shirt? What’s the problem?” she asked with a vicious smile.
“That is not a shirt. I can see almost completely through it. Your fucking nipples are on display.”
“And?” she asked, looking down at it. “It’s cute. I made it myself. I thought you, of all people, would like it. Or maybe I should say, you of all people wouldn’t care.”
“You’re being a pain in my ass right now,” I said.
“Well, I’m glad we are both consistent then, right?”
I narrowed my eyes, still stuck on the top, and threw my hoodie around her shoulders, taking one beat to memorize her in the top before pulling it around her front until I realized my hands were pressed against her breasts now.
Honestly, how Rook hadn’t killed me already was beyond me.
