Scream for me, Savannah.

It’s like she hears me because in the next moment, she curls her body over me, hiding her scream in whispers, her body seizing and shuddering in the way that drives me fucking wild.

Even as I pull my face away she holds me close, panting in my ear. Her legs shake and collapse as I stand, holding her up against my body. Then, she finds my lips with hers and kisses me, softer than before. Tasting herself on my lips, her eyes are still closed like she’s lost in a dream.

I watch her, my eyes open as she kisses my lips.

How long have I known this girl? A week? Already her face, her smell, her touch is too familiar. Like I knew her long before I met her. Like I was meant to know her.

But that’s fucking crazy and I can’t let myself think shit like that.

Savannah goes back inside to help Ruby with the funeral planning, but I stay in the garage. Even when she tries to talk me into returning to the others, I refuse. I need to be alone.

Ironically enough, the sound of two hogs coming up the drive interrupts my quiet. I’m sure Rafe heard about Hazel, and Logan’s been wondering when I’m coming back to the shop. It feels a little like I’ve been on a foreign planet this past week, so when I open the garage door to welcome them, it all feels wrong. Like I’m all fucked up and don’t know how to be myself.

“Hey, man,” Rafe says as he cuts the engine on his bike.

They came alone, which I’m glad for. Rafe is single, and I really do love Sierra, but these two are about as much as I can handle right now.

“Heard about what happened,” Rafe continues.

“Yeah, sorry, man.” Logan leans against his bike and shoves his hands in his pockets. It might seem like too little to anyone else, but to me, this is perfect. No fuss. No feelings. Just a quick sorry and that’s enough.

“You want a beer?” I ask as I walk over the garage fridge and pull out two bottles and a water for Logan. Since he went clean, he’s given up everything. I’m not going to be the fucker that ruins that for him.

The three of us stand around and talk about bullshit. The drama at the police station where Rafe works. He’s gotten himself in a real fit over these big cartel-like drug dealers who’ve been dealing in Wicked. He got Logan off the charges over the spring, but he’s still hot on the case, trying to find the head of this supply trail. Sometimes I wish the guy’d take a break, find a girl, chill out for a while.