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I take a sip of wine. He doesn’t.
Savage glares at me over the rim of his glass. “Who did you strip for?”
“Huh?”
“Who the fuck did you strip for?”
“What does it matter?”
“Is it this Franklin idiot?”
“No,” I say.
“The guy before that. What was his name?”
“Does it matter what his name is?” I ask.
“Yes. What’s his name?” Savage leans forward, his eyes intense and focused on me.
“Savage, I didn’t strip for him. But I did strip for you last night,” I say, “if you recall. I took my shirt off while I was sitting in your lap.”
He freezes. His jaw works, but no sound comes out.
So, I did make an impression.
“Enough of this game,” he grunts, and sits back.
I hide my smile behind the rim of my glass. I can’t help it. I’ve spent years feeling awkward and nervous around Savage, and now I’m making him feel the same way?
“You want to try truth or dare?” I ask.
“I do not.”
“Oh, come on, it will be fun,” I say.
His expression is unreadable. The rain, the crackle of the fire, the wine. It couldn’t be more romantic, but there’s still a space between us, and I’m not sure that will change.
I’ve never been particularly forward. I don’t want to come on too strong, but I want him so bad I keep crossing and uncrossing my legs, and looking for comfort I can’t get.
Savage holds my gaze but doesn’t talk, and my breathing hitches in my chest.
“Y-You know what I’ve never done?” I ask.
He raises an eyebrow.
“I’ve never taken a ride on the back of a motorcycle.”
He nods. “Because your brother would have a heart attack.”
“Probably. Cash has been mostly distracted by June this past while, so I could’ve gotten away with it if not for my meddling stalker,” I say, with a cheesy grin. “What made you get, uh, a motorcycle?”
Savage stiffens incrementally, and for a second, I’m sure I’ve crossed yet another line. He releases a gruff breath. “Before I came out here, to Heatstroke, I lived in San Diego. I was part of a motorcycle club out there for a couple of years.”
“A motorcycle club?”
“Yeah.”
“What was that like?”
