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“I’m down to get together whenever,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you, though.”

“Why would I feel pressured?” I wonder.

“I’m the president of a gang. I don’t want you to think you have to be with me ‘or else.’ When I was talking about the Rolling Heads, you seemed a little wary.”

“I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous. When most guys talk about danger, they don’t mean… whatyoumean.”

“Exactly,” he agrees. “You may want to take some time and figure out if it’s a good idea.”

“I think it would be a bad idea if we didn’t do it,” I say. “After all, just because we give each other our numbers, it doesn’t mean we have to call each other.”

Unable to defeat that simple logic, we use this as our cue to get our cell phones and exchange numbers. Already, I’m beginning to think of mischievous things I could say and send to him now that I know how to find him.

“I’m not afraid of being with you,” I say affirmatively. “Since you don’t like talking about ‘club business’ outside of the shop, then… I shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

“In theory,” says Damon.

“Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?” I ask like he has an answer.

“If I’m sexy at all, it’s because you bring it out of me,” he quips.

As I journeyback home from Damon’s place, my nerves get the better of me again. I consider just deleting his number… removing temptation and resisting the urge to travel farther down the rabbit hole.

Even if I only wanted something casual with him, I know it would be impossible to have any real “normalcy” with him. I question myself during the whole drive, wondering if I should even be thinking of considering sleeping with him again. He had warned me loud and clear: with him, there could be danger.

I was ready to face the danger…