I wasn't supposed to stop running.
I walked out of my own wedding, drove until my car died on the shoulder of a highway outside a town I'd never heard of, and stood there in a dirty wedding dress, laughing at the sky like a woman who'd finally lost everything — and liked it.
Then a motorcycle slowed beside me. The rider didn't speak. He just handed me a helmet.
Gideon doesn't talk. Not about where he comes from. Not about the guilt that carved the silence into him. He watches, he protects, and he disappears before anyone gets close enough to ask why.
But I'm not the kind of woman who lets a man disappear.
He says nothing. I say everything. And somewhere between his quiet and my chaos, we built something neither of us was brave enough to want.
He told me to stay. I told him I would.
Some promises are louder than words.
Genre: Romance
I walked out of my own wedding, drove until my car died on the shoulder of a highway outside a town I'd never heard of, and stood there in a dirty wedding dress, laughing at the sky like a woman who'd finally lost everything — and liked it.
Then a motorcycle slowed beside me. The rider didn't speak. He just handed me a helmet.
Gideon doesn't talk. Not about where he comes from. Not about the guilt that carved the silence into him. He watches, he protects, and he disappears before anyone gets close enough to ask why.
But I'm not the kind of woman who lets a man disappear.
He says nothing. I say everything. And somewhere between his quiet and my chaos, we built something neither of us was brave enough to want.
He told me to stay. I told him I would.
Some promises are louder than words.
Genre: Romance