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Her body is not just a gift from God, but a gift from the heavens above. I could worship this woman for as long as it takes for her to never want to confess her sins again.
I’m the fucking problem here, but she doesn’t see it that way.
She’s put me up on a pedestal where I don’t belong.
Have I done this? Have I made her lust after me because I’m not strong enough to send her away? And if I did, where would she go? She has nowhere else.
I need to make a decision to help her on her way, or take what I want for myself.
It’s like I have the fucking devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. The devil is definitely winning out.
“Bella…”
“I don’t want to fight it.”
“We must.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I can’t think of one valid reason right now so I have to fucking lie. “Because I don’t want it to stop you from moving on… when the time is right. This place, it’s no good for you, not when you’re running away from your past.”
The silence hangs in the air like a cold, wet cloud. I don’t like it one bit, but giving her false hope is wrong.
What’s she going to do; live here when she’s in trouble and be a part of the MC? She’s already escaped from a violent family — and she could have very well witnessed a crime the MC were involved in, something I’ll have to get to the bottom of. All I know for sure is that Bella spells danger. And I vowed to keep her from danger.
“Moving on?”
“Isn’t that what Texas is about?”
“Yes — but I’m coming back. I promised.” She pauses. “Do you not want me to come back?”
That’s the last thing I want. “I didn’t say that.”
“I don’t mean to be needy… I just… I’ve never had people before… people who get me like you and Stella do and how I felt at the club or when I’m around you.”
“You’re not needy. I like that you feel good around us, but, I never meant to lead you on.”
“So that’s it?” she breathes. “There’s nothing between us?”
I close my eyes.
I fucking did this.
“I didn’t say that.”
“So stop treating me like a child, Priest. I’m not.”
I’m out of my seat, hearing her feet on the wood floor.
I’m at her door before she even turns the handle, blocking her exit. “You can’t run at the first sign of trouble.”
She stares at me, defiant. “Are you trouble?”
I cup her face. “What if I am? What does that make me?”
“Human?”
I scoff. “You think it makes me feel good taking advantage…”
