You’d think that after all the stuff we’d been through together, all the kinky things we’d done, I would be more at ease, but I wasn’t. There was a tension in Smoke that was different from anything I’d experienced with him before, and I didn’t know how to process it. The tightness around his eyes wasn’t from fear or worry—I had those expressions on his face down pat—and it wasn’t from being tired. It was…something else. More nervous than tense, but his emotions put me on edge as I looked around the spacious, cozy great room and open kitchen of the cabin. The place wasn’t huge, but the vaulted ceiling and exposed beams made it feel larger. It was beautifully decorated, and it was so quiet. After spending the past few weeks with bikers, constant noise had become a part of my life. This silence, something I was once so used to, now became unnerving. Smoke had told me he was going to take a quick shower and that I should relax while he cleaned up.
