She wasn’t— Matthew and she were never going to happen. Never. Not ever.
Staring down at her fingers against the keys, she gritted her teeth.
Then why are you thinking about it right now?
Luna closed her eyes.
It was stupid and completely idiotic to even think about. They were never going to happen. It was insane.
She shoved her chair back and went to the fridge. After opening it up, she took out a large bottle of water, cracked open the lid, and took large gulps from it. She could handle the thirst, and it was easier to combat all other memories with Matthew. All she had to do was think about how much he hurt her.
They were never going to be together.
He’s not offering you forever. He’s offering you a bit of fun. Do you really want to turn him down?
Even in her mind, she wanted to tell ityes, of course, she did. She wasn’t a doormat. Matthew had hurt her more than once in the past. He didn’t even know about the last time because he’d moved on after they had sex.
She wasn’t in love with him.
Then why did it never work with any of your other boyfriends?
She cracked open the lid of her water and took several large gulps. It had never worked because ofher.
They had all been sweet and understanding. After a few months, she’d been the one to always end it. Always. She hated it.
Drinking a bit more water, she closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. Why couldn’t Mac have been open today?
She needed the distraction. Her thoughts were constantly on Matthew. Always the same.
Matthew.
Matthew.
Matthew.
Ever since she’d seen his bike parked up near her campus, she’d known he’d been there, watching her. Why? Was it just to torture her some more?
What was his end game?
Instead of stewing in her thoughts, she rushed into the dining room, closed the window, slammed down her laptop, and made her way to the front door, where she grabbed her parents’ car keys.
She made sure to lock the house as she left. After climbing into the car, she turned over the ignition.
In the back of her mind, she tried to remember everysingle little detail of why this was wrong. Why she should get out of the damn car, go back into her house, and work on her story.
Authors never got published unless they had a damn story. No one would touch just an idea.
She pulled out of her driveway and headed toward the main Trojans MC clubhouse. She hadn’t been here since that night when she witnessed one of the women becoming an old lady. A rather odd title, but not one she was going to get into. This wasn’t about becoming an old lady.
Turn back.
Confront him.
What the hell are you doing?
Why are you so interested?
He broke your fucking heart.