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“Why do you like having me around the clubhouse?” I ask softly.
“Because you understand me. You listen to me,” he replies.
“What will happen when I move out?” I can’t live there forever, not if I feel the way I do about him. Dreams never come true. “What will you do?”
"I don't know. I will still be the MC president so I got that going for me. But maybe I’ll find a new purpose as well, a new hobby, like horses and sheep.”
I giggle. "That will be fun for you. And it’s not like I’m leaving the country. I can come by and visit.”
He rests his chin on my head. "Yeah, but I am used to having you around."
"Me too."
I hug him tighter and allow myself to be lost in this moment. It won’t last, I can’t live with him forever. I’m obviously cramping his style.
“Thank you for everything. You’re a really great guy,” I say to him.
"Some would disagree, but I'll take it."
We stay like that for a few more minutes before calling it a night. He helps me on to his bike, the breeze cool in the night. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his back. I wish the night didn’t have to end. I feel like I had Outlaw for a little bit. But all good things come to an end, right?
There aren’t many bikes at the clubhouse, meaning most of them went home. The few left are still drinking or snoring like a log on the couch. Jimmy waves at us, as we enter. No wink. He knows we’re not doing anything. Though I wish we would.
“Thank you, again, for tonight,” I say standing by the staircase. He looks like he wants to sit and drink and I’m not going to hold him back.
“You deserved it.”
I just nod in response.
“So, what time are you supposed to be at work tomorrow?”
“Wow, you found a job? Congratulations, Everleigh.”
“Shut up, Jimmy.”
“Thank you, Jimmy,” I say with a chuckle. I didn’t tell Jimmy about my job, and it never came up since most of the time I just stay in my room. Jimmy rolls his eyes at Outlaw. Jimmy is the only other person Outlaw feels comfortable talking to, aside from Hawk.
“Nine in the morning,” I respond looking back at Outlaw.
“Okay. Be ready by eight thirty,” he says.
“I will and I appreciate it.”
“Goodnight, Everleigh.”
“Goodnight, Outlaw.”
“Have a good night, Everleigh.”
“Jimmy, I said shut up,” Outlaw says in a friendly tone.
I head upstairs and Outlaw goes to the counter to continue with their fight and probably share a drink. Sometimes, it is hard to understand their friendship, but I know for a fact that it is pure.
