Midnight Desire: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 1 - Plot & Excerpts
I wasn’t crying, exactly, but it was taking everything I had in me not to. I looked at her photographs. Back when we were infants and our mothers held us next to each other for the camera. We were smiling at each other even then. There we were at five, in pigtails and pink overalls, best friends for life. Another photo when we were thirteen. I remembered the first time I had alcohol; it was a bottle of Boone’s Farm she’d gotten from an older boy she was seeing. My first kiss, at fourteen, was with a guy she’d introduced me to. It was a good first kiss, too. One I still remembered. There she was at fifteen, tattooed and pierced, already a wild child, already starting down a path of self-destruction. I looked at her and cried. Wanted to reach out to her, reach back through time, and pull her away from the edge of the abyss. But you know what? I realized that, even if I could have gone back in time, she would have ignored my warnings. She was one of those souls that flies too close to the sun.
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