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about this, it was weird enough he made her go but to stick her at the cabin?” he said looking confused.
    I agreed with him, I slapped his shoulder as I passed and made my way to my bike.
     
    I followed closely behind the prospects truck, keeping my eyes everywhere.
    I have been to the cabin a few times, it was impressive in size, too big for one girl on her own in my opinion. The outside needed attention, the bushes and trees were beginning to take over and for miles around there wasn’t another house in sight.
    Alannah was perched on the steps waiting, her smiled disappeared when she saw me riding behind. It wasn’t replaced with the usual repulsion I have come to expect from her but with confusion instead.
    I nodded to the prospect to make a start unloading the truck, while I wai ted for him to finish and leave I pulled a cigarette from the pack in my pocket and lit up, inhaling deeply.
    I don’t have a clue what I’m doing here, one of the brothers could have easily checked on her. I should have stayed at the clubhouse, there wasn’t any reasonable explanation for me being here apart from my selfish need to see her.
    She stayed out of sight in the house with the prospect, no doubt hiding from me trying to figure out why I was here.
    Just as I was about to light another cigarette, the prospect came walking out. I nodded for him to join me.
    “You goin’ back to the clubhouse?”
    “Yeah, gotta see Michae l.”
    “What’s he got you doin’?” I asked, non-too kindly, by the way his eye twitched I knew he wasn’t meant to say anything.
    “Nothin’, I gotta go see him no w.” he said quickly and jogged off to his truck.
    Frowning slightly, I headed inside and found her in the kitchen cleaning the fridge. She saw me leaning against the doorframe and returned her attention to the fridge.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked.
    Good question.
    “I came to make sure you’re oka y.”
    She stood abruptly and narrowed her eyes at me.
    “I’m just peachy, now you can leave.”
    Her mouth was making me hard again, I needed to h ave her, I mentally punched myself in the head, I should turn and walk away, she’s more than fine, I should definitely go. Instead two stupid fucking words left my mouth.
    “I’m sorr y.” I said, barely loud enough for her to hear. Maybe I wanted her to hear it, maybe not, but I was sorry.
    “There’s nothing to be sorry fo r.” she said, continuing to keep her back to me.
    I wasn’t planning on ever talking about this with her, all plans of ignoring her and staying well away from her c ompletely evaporated when she came home from college.
    Memories from last summer surfaced, the girl I couldn’t stay away from, the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the thought of her in my bed and never leaving. The first girl I wanted to be with properly, make her mine and no one else’s, there were no comparisons to the other girls around the club or around town.
    “Of course there fuckin’ is! I know I hurt you.”
    “I was hurt but I got over i t.” she snapped, slamming the fridge shut.
    I moved closer towards her, I knew she was still hurt or otherwise she wouldn’t have turned away from me at the college.
    “I didn’t.”
    She looked confused. “I didn’t get over i t.” I clarified.
    “If I remember rightly, you were under i t.” she muttered sarcastically.
    “Don’ t.” I warned.
    “I told you, you don’t get to talk to m e.”
    “I’ll do what the fuck I like, you gonna stop me?” I asked, stepping towards her.
    Before she could argue back I crushed my lips on hers. We had shared a few kisses last summer but my memory hadn’t remembered exactly just how good her lips felt against mine.
    She protested at first but soon melted against me, I deepened the kiss forcing her lips open with my tongue. Finally fisting my hand in her hair , I kept her close to me. I pushed my luck when I heard her groan into my mouth and slammed her up against the wall, pulling