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“Our driver slammed on his brakes, ordering me to stay in the car before he ran to them. They weren’t moving. The cop said they died instantly. They shouldn’t have been in any pain.”
“Tristian…”
"I watched them die in front of me, and all I kept thinking was how did he lose control. He knew everything about street bikes. I didn’t understand until tonight. I’m sorry, Belle. I didn’t want to realize it with you on the back of his bike.”
His eyes were getting glossy, though he fought back the tears.
“After that, I became obsessed with motorcycles. Wanting to know everything he did. If my grandfather knew I was into street bikes like his son was, I don’t know what he’d do. He hates them. Arguing they are nothing but death traps.”
“I can understand that.”
“It makes me feel closer to them, kitten. That’s why I ride. It’s the only time I can feel them with me.”
“Yeah, I understand that too.”
“I’ve never told anyone this.”
I smiled a little. “Thank you for telling me.”
He nodded with so much sadness in his gaze. I couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt too much to look at him.
“Do you trust me?”
He nodded again.
I didn’t think twice about it, I stood and went right into my bathroom and grabbed a few towels before I made my way back to him.
He looked at me with curiosity. “What are you doing?”
“I’m helping you the only way I know how.” Reaching for his arm, I placed it over my shoulders. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Not far. Just out to my balcony.”
“It’s still pouring out.”
“I know. That’s the point.”
We stood.
“Just trust me, okay? I know what I’m doing.”
Slowly, we walked out to my terrace. Under the pouring rain, I laid down a couple towels by the railing before throwing a few over our heads.
“Kitten, what are you—”
“Sit down. We can lean against the railing so you’re not putting pressure on your ribs.”
Once we were comfortable, he asked, “Why are we sitting in the rain when we just got dry?”
I laid my head on his shoulder and replied, “It’s rain therapy. It washes away the sadness.” Grabbing his hand, I held it on my lap, knowing he’d feel a thousand times better after this. “I do this every time I’m sad, Tristian. I swear it works.” I kissed his hand. “I don’t like seeing you sad.”
He didn’t say a word. The stillness was nice. I felt him kiss the top of my head, and I smiled, aware that he was thanking me. We stayed out there until the rain stopped.
However, our feelings for each other were now…
Full throttle.
