It’s a new sketchbook, so there isn’t a lot in it yet, but a slight sound comes out of Taylor’s throat that has me whipping my head toward him. I go very still when I see what he’s studying with wide eyes. Shit. I forgot that was in there. Motherfuck. “This is my bike?” Taylor taps the page with a finger, lips parted as he brings it closer to his face. He’s almost enraptured, completely awed, and sweat starts to bead on my neck. The
