Biker's Virgin

“Which is why I didn’t leave him unconscious.”

I shook my head. “It’s so easy to you guys… fighting, bleeding…violence.”

“You’re one to talk.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a natural fighter,” Zack pointed out.

“But I don’t seek out a fight.”

“No, but when it finds you, you need to be able to take it on,” Zack replied. “Which is what I did.”

I bit my lip. “Can you please… please just lay off Devon?”

“I can’t—”

“Zack!” I said, cutting him off and grabbing his hand at the same time. That forced his eyes to mine, and he seemed frozen in place for a second. “Please?”

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a moment. “Fine,” he nodded. “I’ll lay off him… even if he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you.”

I meant to let go of his hand at that point, but something kept me holding on. Zack didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was staying absolutely still, as though movement might scare me off and make me drop my hold on him.

“So… did he tell you what the argument was about?” Zack asked.

“I got the gist,” I nodded. “You told him we slept together.”

Zack had the grace to look a little ashamed at least. “It just…came out. I was trying to—”

“You were trying to piss him off…further.”

“Well—”

“Don’t bother denying it,” I said. “You and I both know that was what you were trying to do.”

“Ok… so maybe I was trying to piss him off… a little.”

I shook my head at him. “Children.”

“I’m sorry,” Zack said, and I could hear the sincerity in his tone.

I smiled. “I never expected to hear a real apology out of you.”

“I never expected to ever give one,” Zack admitted.

I looked up at him. “I know you want to act as though you’re cut from stone… nothing can touch you, nothing can hurt you. But I see past all that. You’re not as… ruthless as you appear, Zack Robinson.”

“Hmm I need to work on that then,” he replied.

I shook my head. “Why?” I asked. “Why is humanity a weakness?”

“I don’t know,” Zack said quietly. “It’s what I was raised to believe, and it’s a hard belief to shake.”

“You’ve taught me a lot, Zack,” I said. “But maybe I can teach you something too.”

“You can’t change me, Mila,” Zack sighed.