“I’m picky with who I let on my bike. It’s not about who I’m sleeping with.” I can feel the glare he shoots Beckett. “It’s about trust. I lean, you lean, right?” He lowers his head, catching my eye. “But it’s more than that. It’s-” he starts only to stop, frustrated. “Remember how I told you that every move you make I’ll feel?” I nod. “Well, I have to trust that you feel our connection when we’re together on there. And that you respect that connection as much as I do. I have to trust you won’t make careless moves that’ll affect either of us. Moves that could hurt both of us. Moves we can’t
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