Page 10 of Just One Night (Salvatore Brotherhood MC)
HEATHER
T he sunlight pours in through his window.
He’s still asleep, both of his arms tightly around me, holding me to his chest. I cling to him, our legs tangled, and look up at his sleeping face.
I trail my fingers over his strong, smooth jaw, his thick eyebrows, his strong nose, his full lips, his slightly dimpled chin.
His thick, black lashes are fanned across his cheeks, and little freckles I’ve never noticed are sprinkled along his face.
I hate that the sun is up. I didn’t want it to ever come back up, I wanted it to stay night forever so we’d never have to leave each other.
But it’s morning, and it’s time. I try to extract myself from him, but he doesn’t let me.
He keeps his eyes closed, but I know he’s awake. His jaw is tense, his lips tight.
“Stay,” he whispers, finally opening his eyes.
“I have class,” I say and he lets out a long breath, nodding.
“Come back.”
“Reid,” I sigh, my chest tightening. “It was only for last night, we knew that going into it.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” he says. “We make the rules, princess. We get to decide if we let it go further than one night.” I shake my head.
“I don’t want to ruin what we had last night,” I rasp. “It was perfect—you’re perfect. And I’ll ruin everything eventually, I can’t—it’s better if we just end it now.”
He stares at me, his eyes intense. Finally, his arms loosen and he pulls away. It shreds my heart to see the look on his face, but I force myself up and crawl out of bed. I look around, trying to find my clothes.
“Take one of my shirts,” he says, waving at his closet.
“They look like dresses on you anyway.” I turn to face him, folding my arms over my chest. “Keep it. I don’t need it back.
” I ignore the sting of his tone, the way he’s closing himself off.
I ignore the coldness that settles over me as I move toward his closet.
Pulling out a plain black SBMC t-shirt, I slide it on over my head, then slide my heels on. It’s definitely a walk-of-shame look, but I don’t care. His shirt smells like him and I’ll treasure it forever.
I order an Uber and stand outside his house, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The door opens and he walks out, shirtless and a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his hips. He stops beside me and stares at the street with me.
“I know you think you’ll ruin what we could have,” he says and I stop breathing, “but I know you couldn’t. There’s nothing you could do that would ruin it.”
“You don’t know me anymore,” I say, my voice choked. “You don’t know—”
“I know you, Heather,” he says. “I’ve known you since we were five-fucking-years-old. I know you.” I shake my head as he speaks, not wanting his words to affect me.
The Uber drives up to the curb and stops. I stare at the car, then look up to Reid, finding him already staring at me. He cups the side of my face, not giving me a chance to pull away, and presses his lips firmly to mine.
“One day, I’m coming for you, Heather. One day, you’re gonna be mine. One day—” he kisses me again, harder. “One day, I’m never letting you go.”