Rock Chick Renegade(146)

I stared at his face in the moonlight not sure if what he said was good or bad. Considering the way his space was, I decided it was bad.

“You don’t like it.”

He looked me in my eyes for a moment then he kissed my forehead. “I like it,” he said softly when he was looking at me again.

I stared at him, memorizing his face when it was like it was now, beautiful and gentle.

“The moon seems brighter here,” I whispered.

“It is.” His hand came up and he started to play with my hair and I pressed in closer to his warm body.

“It’s been a weird birthday,” I told him, my voice still quiet.

He didn’t answer.

I kept silent for a few minutes then, knowing I should tell him, needing to tell him and knowing I’d only have the courage in the dark, I said, “I don’t know if you saw the roses but they were beautiful.”

His arm came tighter around me and fitted me to his body but he didn’t say anything. He just looked at me in the moonlight.

“They were perfect, each one of them. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He still didn’t say anything.

“You should know that everyone was there when I saw them; Indy, Ally, Jet, Daisy, Roxie, even Tod and Stevie.”

He kept quiet.

“Daisy said you have class.”

He finally spoke. “I’m not certain how to take that, comin’ from Daisy.”

I smiled at him. “Believe me, she meant it as a compliment.”

The smile was still on my face when his hand came to my jaw and even though I couldn’t see it in the dark I just knew his eyes had changed. I felt them warm on my face.

Then he kissed me, it was long, slow and sweet. He carefully pulled the covers down our bodies, the air in the cabin was no longer bitter cold but it still hit me.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he rolled over me.

“I’m gonna f**k you in the moonlight.”

“It’s cold,” I told him.

“You’ll get warm.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Chapter Seventeen

Give It a Week, With Me

Luke and I walked up to my house after a night of patrol.

Patrol, I decided, was boring as hell.

I’d much rather be pouring canola oil on a Mercedes Benz or throwing smoke bombs than driving around town looking for trouble when there was none to be found.

It had been one of the worst days of my life (and I’d had a few) and truly the most boring night.