I was expecting him. Was already sitting in the back yard, on our bench, waiting when he pulled up in the dark on his motorcycle. I hugged my knees to my chest, forcing myself to breathe as the sound of the motor died. Heavy boot falls echoed around the side of the house, thudding over the patio stones.

I sat still and let him settle, leather creaking, the scent of it so delicious, mixed with the smell of him I almost couldn't bear it. As it was, I was unable to resist the ...