“Don’t mind at all,” I answered. Looking at her in that moment, everything became crystal clear. It snapped tight in my mind. I didn’t give a fuck about my doubts. I wanted her, and I was going to do whatever it took to make her mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. I’m really sorry about falling asleep on you like that. I’m not used to being out, much less having a few drinks,” she started. “I was just going to lay down for a minute to rest my eyes, but your bed was so unbelievably soft. I just couldn’t help myself.” She smiled and started walking over to the sofa, casually sitting down next to me. I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and tossed it over her legs as she nestled into my side. When she laid her head on my shoulder, she asked, “Whatcha watching?” Her actions were simple, no hesitation at all. It was like she’d done the exact thing with me a hundred times, feeling totally relaxed to be sitting there next to me.
“Nothing much,” I told her as I passed her the remote.
A wide smile crossed her face when she took it in her hand and said, “Seriously? You trust me with the all-powerful remote. That’s huge!”
“Yeah, I trust ya. Don’t disappoint,” I told her smiling.
“No pressure there,” she teased as she started to scroll through the channels, briefly stopping on some chick flick. She looked up at me, quickly noticing my disapproving facial expression, and turned back to the TV as she continued to search through the channels again. She finally stopped at one of the older Batman movies and laughed when she said, “I hear the two of you might have something in common.”
“Batman?”
“Mmm hmmm. Batman,” she said, fighting back a smile.
“No… Nothing like him, darlin’.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Henley was pretty out of it when she mentioned it,” she laughed. I was about to ask her what she was talking about when she said, “Don’t bother asking. It’s in the vault.” Then she lifted the remote and changed the channel again, finally settling on some old comedy. She dropped the remote in my lap and pulled the blanket over her feet, cuddling up in the crook of my arm.
“The vault?”
“Yep,” she clipped. “In the vault.”
“You know I’ve got ways to make people talk,” I warned.
“Don’t use your Enforcer threats against me, mister. It’s in the vault,” she smirked. “Now behave.”
“Easier said than done,” I smiled.
She rolled her eyes playfully and asked, “What made you want to join a motorcycle club in the first place?”
“Cotton.”
“How so?”
“There are people that you come across in your life that can see your mistakes, all the things you’ve done wrong in your life. Maybe it’s the way you carry it on your shoulders or a look on your face. Not sure what it is, but Cotton has always been one of those people who just knows. Back then, he saw me for what I was, and instead of judging me, he asked me to be his brother. Joining the club gave me a place to move forward, gave me a chance to forget my past,” I explained.
“You don’t seem like the kind of guy that makes mistakes,” she smiled.
“Made plenty. Still make them,” I told her.
“Then, I’m glad that you have Cotton and your brothers. They’re like your family.”
“Exactly, and I’d do anything for them.”
She sat there staring at me for a minute, then a goofy grin spread across her face. I knew she was still feeling her buzz when she said, “I like your beard and you have pretty eyes.”
“Nothing about me is pretty, Wren,” I scolded.
“I disagree,” she laughed as she rested her head on my chest.
As we sat there watching the movie, I slowly ran my fingers through her long soft hair until she drifted off to sleep. When the movie credits started to play, I carefully pulled her into my lap, cradling her in my arms as I carried her back into the bedroom. I gently laid her in the bed as I pulled the covers over her. I had just turned to leave when she called out to me, “Don’t go.”
Chapter 13
Wren
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