I call out his name again and again until he silences me with a kiss and crumbles against me.
I love his weight on me.
I love his strong heartbeat against my chest.
I love his lips on my temple and the sweet nothings he whispers.
The man has conquered my body, but that’s not all.
To those who inquire about my weight, I say that, as far as diets are concerned, I’ve thrown in the towel and picked up the napkin.
In my small Floridian town, I used to get my share of attention but kept my distance from the men who visit the local diner where I work.
I knew that playing it safe meant not giving my heart to a long haul trucker driving through my town.
But no one had warned me it also meant not even glancing in the direction of the sexy members of the Motorcycle Club who just claimed my town, and everyone in it, as their territory.