Slash

We had an arrangement.
That’s all it was.
All it ever could be.
Just fun, casual.

I even tried to convince myself that it was all I wanted from him—the scarred, rough-around-the-edges outlaw biker with “bad news” written all over him—but as time went on, there was no denying that I started to want more.

I just couldn’t have it.

Until my past suddenly came back to haunt my present, sending me into the arms of the only man I knew that could help me…