Whispers

 
 

First Bond

He found her with Logan's motorcycle, thought it a little odd at first. That is until he saw the keen gleam in her eye, the practiced appraisal of a wounded beauty, the confident way she settled down to work.

"You like motorcycles, chère?"

She popped her head up, startled, then eyed him warily. "Yeah..."

He smirked at her over his own Harley, grinned when her gaze blazed hungrily over it. "Mind if I join you?"

She licked her lips, eyes still on the motorcycle, and he almost laughed, but he didn't. Not at that shy smile, that hesitancy.

"Sure, sugah."
 


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