If we could have skipped the party, I would have been happier. Beers with friends at the clubhouse would have been one thing, but this was all going to be a performance. I’d have to be on guard, and not let anything slip, and not piss anyone off. Sit there and look pretty and don’t do anything stupid. Thrash would never talk to me like that. But I was pretty sure I would have to pretend to be a pretty doll around the men he worked with. Otherwise, they would start getting suspicious. I struggled not to scowl. All I wanted to do tonight was go to sleep with my man. I loved the way his body felt against mine, the way he let me lean into him, and the way he held me. I was starting to feel like we belonged together. Really belonged together in the way people talked about in stories. It was a strange feeling. Rare and beautiful. Hanging onto him while he drove his bike was the closest I was going to get to snuggling tonight, though, and I knew it.
