Chelsea collapsed into bed but was unable to sleep. Bits and pieces of the motorcycle ride and Dylan’s kiss flashed through her memory as she tossed and turned. Somehow, she didn’t feel so bad anymore. Perhaps she could be happy here, make a life for herself. A warning voice told her to hold back. She knew she could trust Dylan, but she was afraid to. If Gregory was looking for her, she wanted to be able to just pick up and disappear. She didn’t want to be tied to anyone any more.
She preferred to stand on her own. That way, if she made a mistake, she had no one to blame but herself.
But it felt so good to be with him. She could be herself, pretend for a brief while that her world wasn’t so chaotic, if she could just relax and let down the barriers she had so carefully er...
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