Detour (Creekwood, #1)

by A. Marie

The fear of falling off the crotch rocket is quickly replaced by the fear of falling somewhere else. Somewhere completely foreign to someone like me. Somewhere even a leather jacket can’t cushion the blow. The ground at love’s feet isn’t as forgiving as the asphalt whirring beneath ours. Road burn heals. It can leave nasty scars, yeah, but over time it does heal. Heartbreak leaves no trace other than the unfathomable pain nobody else can see. The kind I’ve endured for years and refuse to add to after one Sunday night ride.