Sadly... I should have talked to him.
Maybe I could have changed his mind.
Instead, I shifted so my body was curled into his side, my head resting back over his heart, and then I allowed my eyes to drift closed as I snuggled into his embrace.
I was starting to fall asleep when I felt him press his lips to the top of my head, and while his lips were still there, I could have sworn I heard him whisper three words: “I’m sorry, Star Shine.”
Chapter 11
Creedence
My eyes opened as I blinked the sleep away.
I ran my hand over the space next to me and found it empty and cold.
I sat up immediately, my eyes scanning my room for Alexander.
“Alexander?” I called out.
Nothing.
I looked around my room.
His jeans weren’t on the floor.
His boots were gone.
His socks were gone.
His tee was gone.
His kutte was gone.
And his gray ball cap wasn’t hanging on my bedpost.
A terrible feeling crept through my entire frame.
This was bad.
This wasn’t like Alexander.
He wouldn’t leave without waking me up.
Of that, I was sure.
I reached for my phone and tapped the screen.
Nothing.
And as I got dressed, a sense of urgency swept through me.
I raced through getting ready, raced out of my room, down the stairs, and out to my car.
I made it to the clubhouse in ten minutes... to see Alexander loading his bike with Uncle Knox’s help into the back of his pickup truck.
I pulled into the lot and hit the brakes, threw the car into park, and bolted out of my seat, then cursed myself because the seatbelt tugged me back into the seat.Motherfucker.
Once I was free, I jumped out of my car and raced to him.