Biker's Virgin

"What difference would it make at this point? He already told me what he wanted. The future he wants doesn't involve me."

"You really don't want to know?"

"Right now, all I want to do is crawl into bed and come back out when school starts again."

"You can't be on your own like this," she said.

"Could you at least give me tonight? I'm still reeling. I just need some time to process everything."

"I'm calling you tomorrow. If you don't pick up, I'm coming over," she said. I cracked a small smile. She was a good friend. She hadn't even tried to take Roman's side in all this.

"Okay," I conceded. She squeezed me in a tight hug and left. I went back to my room after locking the door after her. I stood under the shower till the water ran cold, then stayed longer. I made it back to my bed before I started crying again.

Chapter Five

Roman

One Year Later

I never thought I'd get used to the stares at airports. Traveling the first time in all my gear, I had felt self-conscious of all the people looking, kids and adults staring with shameless curiosity. Now, I couldn't give two shits. I never thought I'd ever be glad to be landing at Aberdeen Regional before, but damn did it feel good to be back on American soil.

I had been gone almost exactly a year, but every day there had felt like ten, every week like a month, and every month like it was a year all on its own. Summer was just starting, my first summer back since I had missed it last year. I didn't even mind coming from the desert right back to the heat – I was just glad to be back home.

I saw my dad before he saw me. Tiff was with him, and she waved, pointing me out to him. Far as I could tell they looked exactly the same. Tiff's hair might have been different, shorter like she had had a haircut, but that was it. Dad didn't look any older, which was a good thing. He was still in his fifties, but it wasn't fun watching your parents get older. It was comforting that nothing major had happened to the two of them when I was gone.

Tiffany came up and hugged me first; she was excited. I was, too, but I was better at hiding it than she was.

I was tall, but only about an inch more than my dad. Up close now, I noticed more gray strands in his dark brown hair. I was supposed to look like him, which was something I was proud of. He was a strong, good-looking guy even north of fifty. Both Tiff and I had gotten our mother's blue eyes instead of his hazel, though. He hugged me, which wasn't something he did a lot now that I wasn't a kid anymore. He held my shoulders looking at me.

"You're back," he said.

"Yup. Glad to be back," I said.

The look on his face was a blend of relief and happiness. He had never really been a fan of me joining the army; Mom had actually been more supportive than he had. Guess now that I was back in one piece and he could tell people his son was a vet, he was proud.

"Are you alone?" Tiffany asked.

"Yup. Nobody else was flying into Aberdeen."

"How was it?" she asked in awe.

"How do you think?" I shot back, jokingly.

"Was it scary? What did you do?" she asked. I sighed.

"Trained a lot. Got sunburn. Saw a lot of camels. What about you?" I asked lightly.

"That's not all you went there to do," she said, her brows wrinkling.

"Let's get him home before the interrogation, how about that?" my dad interjected. I was glad he did.

That was first on the list of things I wanted to do. The second was take a shower, third was pass the fuck out. I didn't have anything but a duffel with me because we had had to turn in all our issued equipment and weapons at the base.

"Could you at least tell us how your flight went?" she tried.

I laughed. She was just a year younger than I was so we were pretty close. She hadn't really cared about what me being in the army meant, but it looked like that had changed for her since I had been gone. We finally started out of the building to get to the car.

"It was good," I said.