Loving you is like a toxic trait I can't seem to break.
I never understood emotions, but with her I find my hands tighten on the steering wheel as she turns my way. The hitch in my breath - a deception of everything I once thought I was.
Sienna and I were supposed to be done, but now my wife needs me. The only problem, is which me does she need? The biker, or the Shadow? Never in my life did I have to make a choice.
The longer I spend with her, the hotter we burn, and I'm not so sure she's ready to see the demons that flail my mind.
