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Two years earlier…

"Three years, Alex…Three fucking years and now you decide to fucking tell me that?"

It was almost dawn while Alex sat down onto the floor in her living room, just staring into the darkness with no intentions to move while the words that came out of Marc's mouth wouldn't leave her alone.

With her legs tucked up, she rested her forearms onto her knees, letting her hands hanging down unmoving and not bothering herself with turning on the lights.

"I better go and get me a real woman, not a fucking cripple that pretends to be one!"

His words made her go insane and snap, which again made her do awful things so she could try to ease her pain. But it didn't work. She didn't feel better. She didn't feel anything at all. She just felt numb and she wasn't able to do anything. She wasn't tired. She didn't feel pain. She wasn't even hungry like she always was. She just didn't feel shit, although she didn't know how long she was sitting there. It could've been minutes or hours or days, she actually completely lost track of time at one point. The only thing telling her it was a long-ass time was the sun rising again, slowly enlightening the room.

Looking around she noticed the result of what obviously was something like a meltdown. And she just closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall behind, not feeling the need to do anything about it.

She hadn't expected him to be happy. She even expected him to leave her. But she damn sure hadn't expected he would spit words like that right into her face. Hearing those words alone made her sick. Hearing them from a man she loved for more than three years did nothing but rip out her heart. He could've taken a knife and drill it into her chest, that would've been less painful than feeling this.

And now here she was, sitting on the floor in a completely trashed place and watching how the sunlight started to illuminate the mess.

Although she was too busy studying the patterns of dried blood on her hands, she didn't miss the light coming from the front-door as it was opened slowly. But she couldn't find the courage to move her head to look who was disturbing her weird sort of a pity-party.

"Holy shit." Hearing that voice though reminded her that she wanted to talk to him after she missed his call. But she couldn't give a fuck as the lights were turned on, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut as a stinging pain hit the back of her head before she heard how he went over, crouching down in front of her.

"What the fuck happened?" He really seemed to worry, but she didn't feel anything other than that agonizing numbness getting the better of her.

But he wouldn't just let her be like this. She felt his hand at her chin, forcing her to look at him and she wasn't surprised to find a shocked expression on his face.

Alex swallowed hard, but held his gaze despite the sudden overwhelming tiredness within her eyes. She just wanted to close them and sleep forever. But the only thing her burning eyes were doing when she closed them was betraying her by letting out some tears she tried to hold back in vain.

"Talk to me." Happy said quietly as his thumb came up, wiping away the wetness from her cheeks, surprisingly gentle considering the serious undertone she'd noticed in his voice. But she didn't want to talk. She just wanted to be alone and not have to explain herself. And there had to be a lot of damn explaining since she'd never done something like this before.

"Please go."

Finally she made it to a few whispered words, though, she wasn't even feeling her lips' movements. And when she opened her eyes he looked at her somewhat doubtful while he wasn't hiding that leaving her wasn't an option.

"Who did that?" He then said quietly pointing around the room and she returned his gaze with a thoughtful one for a while, weighing her options.

Well, her going crazy and doing it on her own apparently wasn't the first thing coming to his mind, so she took a deep breath, leaning back again; "Me." While sounding nothing but exhausted.

Studying her for a while he didn't say one single word until he looked her over as much as he could in this position, before his eyes reached her hands again and he made a painful face, looking tightly at something she didn't even feel.

Drown in her own thoughts she hadn't noticed Happy had moved until he lifted her up from the floor carefully and silent.

And he carried her out of the living-room and went through the hall towards the bathroom, sitting her down onto the toilet-seat before he looked around, seeing the room wasn't in better condition than the rest of the house.

She watched him silently as he rubbed the back of his head, studying the mess. But suddenly his hand fell down before he began to search through the cabinets until he found what he obviously was looking for.

"Why are you here?" She finally asked quietly, although she didn't plan on it.

"Didn't answer your phone." He replied with a weird and soft voice she rarely heard from him.

And she just returned his gaze tiredly, just accepting his answer when she remembered slightly that she'd destroyed her phone too.

Walking over to her he crouched down, opening the first aid kit before he took out everything he needed and finally he began to clean her hands; "Gonna hurt." Again speaking with that gentle voice from before.

But she didn't feel much of it, rather watched quietly the concentrated expression spread across his face while he wiped the blood from her hands in a careful sort of way.

"Would you want to be with a woman like me?" She asked softly as he switched to her other hand, looking at her in a thoughtful way.

"What do you mean?" But he didn't stop when he spoke and continued until the blood was gone, leaving behind nothing but cuts and scratches.

"Would you want to be with a woman that can't give you a family?"

Ten months earlier…

The dim lit room was quiet, the eery surrounding silence disturbed by nothing but constantly breathing which was barely loud enough to be noticed a few feet away.

Alex didn't speak a word while she was doing her job. A job she'd taken over after wrapping one of those petite hands around his wrist, pulling him gently into the dorm at the end of the hallway. She'd then slammed the door shut, and had shoved him towards the end of the bed, pushing him down on it into a sitting position. The gentleness was gone, along the big respect she was showing for the winner in front of the others. To be seen was nothing but fury rushing through her veins; anger radiating off of her with every move she made.

Taking the first aid kit out of the drawer under the sink in the bathroom, she reappeared, taking a seat next to him. Happy was quiet and just watched her as she opened the little bag, spreading out all the supplies, looking for the ones she needed.

"A…" He barely made it to the first letter of her name; "Shut up." before she interrupted him hissingly, as if she was an angry cat that barely was able to control its scratching claws. He went with it though, doing what he was told, just letting out a frustrated sigh as she started to patch up his face.

"He had no right to fucking touch you." He eventually said in his defense, referring to an asshole that gained too much misplaced courage. This wasn't supposed to happen, not in this goddamn place. She'd earned too much respect to be treated like that. Flirting, well, he didn't like it, but was accepting it. Talking to her, maybe wrapping an arm around her shoulder when she was good with that, he would pretend not to see it; to be fine with it. But he wasn't good with some fucker, bold enough to place one of his filthy hands on her ass, fucking squeezing it.

"You know…I'm capable of defending myself." She said, cleaning his wounds just one at a time, her soft hands placing a band-aid onto his cheekbone.

Happy used to touch her like she was some fragile eggshell. Like she was going to break the moment he put too much pressure on her feminine frame. Despite the fact he'd seen her doing shit that doesn't get done by some piece of glass, he didn't change his mind about that. He just touched her soft and gentle. No matter what he might was able to do to human beings, he never touch her otherwise.

But he knew she wasn't that eggshell. He knew she was able to defend herself. He'd seen her doing it multiple times; "Then why didn't you?" So he asked the obvious, causing her to frown at him; "Fuck!" before he suddenly hissed, feeling a stinging pain when the gauze that was drown in disinfectant was pressed to his jaw, fiercely.

"Because there was his hand on my ass and the next second there was your fist in his face…when was I supposed to do that?" She growled in frustration before going on with what she was doing, fortunately a little more gently and kindly again.

They fell silent again while she went on with his face, taking care of every little cut and bruise he'd gotten from fists and rings.

Finally she put away the bloody gauze, pushing up his shirt before examining his ribs, pressing soft fingertips into it, concentrating highly on his reaction. She knew him too well; she knew he wasn't one to show pain easily. Although he knew riding with broken ribs wasn't funny, his ego didn't allow him to show any of the pain, no matter what. But there was no pain to hide, the skills of the asshole when it came to the ring where pathetic. So there were just her fingertips brushing across his skin gently in between.

Being done with that, she started to collect and get rid of the mess she'd caused on the bed, putting everything back into the kit and throwing away the used and bloody gauze.

He couldn't blame her for the anger. She didn't like those brawls. Years around the club and she still couldn't bear the sight of two people fighting while they loved each other. She didn't cheer. She wasn't proud. Alex absolutely hated it and still used to disappear and leave the place when it happened.

He hadn't even known how serious she was about that until he found her in a silent corner of a parking lot years ago, throwing up in an agonizing way after he'd gotten into the ring with her brother. So he tried to avoid it when she was around, just like Tig tried to do the same.

Today wasn't one of those days, though. Today he did climb into the ring to blow punches into a brothers face. Today his protectiveness was getting the better of him, causing him to intervene. He couldn't stand the thought of another asshole looking for the perfect girl, just to dump her, again. Again for the exact same reason. Just like it was twice during the past years. It had taken him months to pull her out of this depressed and self-doubting bullshit. This wasn't going to happen again. One day she wouldn't get out of it anymore.

Yet, he knew he shouldn't have done it this way.

"I know you don't like seeing that." He said and her eyes snapped at him, immediately.

"Not my damn problem."

"Then what is your damn problem?" Taking a deep breath she let it out in a heavy sigh, while running a hand across her head, tugging back whatever streaks of hair bothered her.

"This isn't you being protective. This Happy, is you being jealous…So what's gonna happen now? You beat up every guy that dares to look at me or touch me? What do you expect me to do? Live like a nun while watching you, sticking your dick into whatever is pink enough to be called pussy?…That's not gonna happen, Happy! As long as you're not sticking that dick into my, and only my pussy, I'm gonna flirt and fuck with whoever I want to. So shove those exorbitant double-standards up your macho-ass and live with it!"

Alex was livid and definitely the only woman that was allowed to talk to him like that, beside his mom. Probably the only woman that was brave enough to do so, beside his mom. But his mom didn't count since she was his mom and Alex, well, he didn't know anymore why or when she got permission to do that. Though, now he sat on the bed and looked at her sort of clueless. She did have a point, but he wasn't about to admit that. Yet, he knew she would go absolutely crazy on him if he kept going with that.

"What about a deal?" So he let out a deep breath, folding his hands between his knees, thinking about the only option coming to his mind that was preventing him from spending another night in a cell of the local police department, while some fucker spent the night in a hospital with a broken nose and two missing teeth.

Looking at him she gave him a serious and doubting expression, obviously not sure what she should think about this; "And what deal would that be?"

Today…

Something had changed during the past months. Even more after he came back from Vegas. Until now, whenever they'd reached a certain point, they somehow managed to get back to their usual routine. But this wasn't going to happen this time, Happy felt it.

It were the small things that changed. Like the itchy feeling he got when he touched her, not knowing if he went too far or not. Like the strange feeling of moving into unknown territory, waiting for her reaction kinda nervously. He hadn't thought that he would ever feel something like this with her, since they were so unbelievably close already. But they'd guided there relationship into such a weird direction. So maybe it was normal to feel this, although he was sure the last time he had those feeling was years ago; probably somewhere in his prospect-period or shortly after, where girls and dates still meant something to him. Where he still gave a shit about finding himself an Old Lady. It didn't take long for him to not be like that anymore. Old ladies were a good thing, but, with all the shit that was crashing down on him throughout the years, hadn't been his main-concern anymore. He'd been happy to still be on earth, after prison, after facing it multiple times, after being at the enemy's throat just as often. And now here he was, feeling what he hadn't felt forever, being hesitant about a damn touch like a lovestruck teenager.

However, he refused to talk about it, and he actually didn't want to change that. He somehow feared the moment she'd tell him that she wanted distance. And he didn't want that to happen, as hard as it was to admit it to himself, he fucking needed her. She just did too many things for him. Grounding him, caring for him, being just that one sweet, little thing he always could go to, he always could rely on.

Yet he knew, they had to talk. They had to change something. For fuck's sake, they had to figure something out. This wasn't going away like a fucking flu!

Laying down, Happy tried to relax his tired back as much as he could. On days like this he felt like an old man, knowing he was meant to be on his bike for hours the next day after one hell of a week. Usually he was excited about long runs, but after the last few months he really could use a break.

Pulling Alex further into his side, he moved his head to rest his chin on her forehead. He wasn't known for being much of a cuddler and he hadn't known himself that he still liked it. And he still didn't need it to be satisfied, but there was something about a person being so close to you. Fingernails raking across your chest, a steady heartbeat meeting your own. He had to admit it was soothing, in a way not a lot of shit was calming him down nowadays.

"How was the date?" He asked, remembering there was one the night before. He wasn't sure, just overheard Nessi talking about it, when Lisa had asked about her whereabouts.

Alex hadn't told him about it, which wasn't unexpected. She didn't talk about her dates anymore, just like she didn't flirt around him anymore. Just like he didn't do any of his extracurricular activities around her anymore too. It was how it worked, no incidents anymore after the last one ten months ago.

"You really wanna know about that?" She replied awkwardly, since she didn't talk about it, because there usually were only two ways to end; either naked or nothing and she knew he didn't feel easy about the first.

Happy felt something squeezing. He couldn't exactly describe it, but what came the closest was a hand wrapping itself around his entrails and twist them. Enough to cross his chest and reach his throat, making him slightly sick. He didn't like the idea of her fucking around, while she actually wasn't fucking around at all. She wasn't a whore, but she was a woman with needs that was single for more than two years now. And a woman like her wasn't good forever with only her fingers and that batterie driven longtime-relationship she called Max…from Maximus, that again referred to…yeah.

Despite the male name, Max was a metallic purple shining beauty with a dozen different levels to entertain its owner. Why he knew about that? Because he once got stupid and a little to nosy when she was out of the house. Now he regretted that shit, because ever since then he wasn't able to get rid of the picture in his head. The picture of her laying naked on her bed, her eyes closed, her lips parted, little moans escaping her, while her right hand held the vibrating miracle to her still unseen pussy, he imagined was nothing but unbelievably pretty and beautiful.

This was pure torture, but still nothing to be compared to the feeling he had when he thought about her being fucked by whatever asshole she'd met he didn't know.

"Yeah!" So yeah, he wanted to know. Although he wasn't sure if he was just some self-tormenting idiot or a selfish-obsessed asshole that didn't want her to meet said fucker again. And if it was the last, he wasn't sure if it was him being just overprotective or him being possessed of the neon-green devil whispering stupid bullshit into his ear. None of this was a good thing, but he still wanted to know.

"Good!" She then said and Happy felt the anger rumbling. That wasn't the answer he was looking forward to. A little more details wouldn't have been wrong.

"You gonna see him again?" That earned him a cocked brow, paired with a nasty look he barely was able to read when she looked up again.

"You gonna see Jen again?" And yet, he still understood. And once again they reached a point where he got the feeling of running against an undestroyable and thick wall.

It was always the same, sometimes he asked, then she asked the same and then they went quiet, and finally he went back to the girls and she went back to however was out there to please her. He still didn't like it. Even less during the past four months.

"No!" Her head spinning around she stared at him confused. He wasn't surprised though. He'd never said something like this. He changed the routine and she obviously needed a second to process it.

"No?" But the confusion vanished and got replaced by pure dumbness, while all he did was holding her perplexed gaze with serious confidence.

Jen wasn't her problem, he was aware of that. The problem might have been those double-standards, while Jen sure was some sort of a metaphorical figure for all those girls he used to hook up with. But he didn't care. He knew jealousy wasn't her problem either. She did have a lot of crazy rules for a man at her side, but keeping it in his pants wasn't one of them. Alex didn't believe in forced faithfulness. In her book she got nothing with a man who was frustrated or pissed or felt guilty around her all the time, just because she caged him. If he was faithful, she was happy about it, if he didn't, she could live with it. Yet, this pretty rational motto which was ensuring none of her relationships would ever go to shit because of pussy, clashed with what was the only thing that maybe was able to make her biggest wish become true.

"What are you doing?" She asked quietly, looking at him a little distraught while Happy was determined to go past that shit. Someone had to, otherwise they would never break through that fucking circle they went through all the fucking time for almost a year.

"Think about it…and then tell me if you still think we gonna fuck this up." He said, tugging away a few streaks of hair before leaning forward, placing a kiss to her forehead. And then he moved to turn off the light, letting her be with that, even though he knew, he just took away a lot of sleep from her.

"What if it doesn't work out?" She asked, her head snuggling into his chest further before he tightened his hold on her, drawing her even closer if possible.

"Then so be it." Her fingernails stopped their movements after he spoke and he felt how she took a deep breath, felt how she shook her head slightly.

"You love kids, Hap." But all he could do was grumbling lowly. He was tired of this. So unbelievably tired.

"And the only way for me having any of it is with the right woman. And if she can't give me that, I'm good with it."

It wasn't like she was completely unable to get pregnant. The chance to make it was just unbelievably small. The chance that she was able to keep it, even smaller. Yet he knew she wanted to try. But how was she able to try if she always had to wrap up her man's dick because he couldn't resist some temptation?

He could do that. He'd done it before. And he'd proven it to himself during the last two months…to his libido's sorrow, without having any fucking pussy at all…

There wasn't much Alex wouldn't have done to make her brother happy. So in the end, there wasn't much to the discussions and arguments about her driving down to Cali or not. It had just taken three calls from Tig and four pretty insistent sermons from Happy to finally make her agree, already looking forward to some pretty shitty days in little less nice Charming.

So after packing for perceived hours, she sighed heavily and sat down onto the bed behind her, right next to her bag that would travel with them in the van the prospect had to drive down to Cali.

She wasn't the only woman going with them, which was pretty much saving her day, since the guys didn't mind a 12 hour ride non-stop to Charming.

While Alex didn't mind a long ride either, 12 hours non-stop were definitely too long and nothing but torture. She wasn't used to this and neither was her ass, so she was glad that she wasn't the only one balloting for a break in Rogue River, Oregon for the night, where the local charter already made sure there were enough rooms for them in the motel nearby the clubhouse, just across the eponymic river.

Happy probably would've made this break anyway. If it wasn't for her ass, it would've been for his nerves, since she'd been all whiny and fussy, driving him absolutely nuts for days, after the last time he'd made her sit on a bike longer than eight hours. Back then she'd forced him to massage her forever, pretty aware that he got a huge space problem down his pants, since she wore nothing above her waistline while laying on her stomach, his hands busy with the muscles of her back.

Thinking about that, she had to suppress a satisfied moan. He really had some extraordinary skills when it came to a massage. Those strong and big hands were just…"You good?"

…Alex spun around when she heard his voice and found him behind her, kneeling in front of his bag that sat on the ground. He probably was looking for a shirt, after that way too long shower he'd taken until now. She hadn't heard him entering the room and now all she could do was to stare at him stupidly.

He really was one handsome guy in those low hanging jeans, with all those tat's covering most of his upper body, as much as those muscles flexing beneath them. Alex could still remember the time he used to be just slender with this wavy, black, thick mane he got rid of when he was going bald at the temples.

Happy could be pretty peacocky sometimes, not that she would've ever told him that.

Her eyes drifted down and found his ass, they lingered there for a while before she eyed him up again, stopping at his face where she found a smirk and a cocked brow, along with some amusement radiating off of him.

Shaking her head slightly, she turned away again and she squeezed her eyes shut, then there was a quiet chuckle behind her. This was stupid…and embarrassing…well, sort of.

"Mom called…would love to see you." Happy said, breaking this weird silence and she moved to face him again, knowing he still waited for her canceling this until she was on the back of his bike, since this really wasn't much of a funny trip for her. Yet, she still wasn't about to changing her plans. She could do this. Her brother would cry if she didn't. Not that Tig was much of a crying person, but sometimes…he did.

"Then we better go and see her, huh?" Remembering what had happened the last time they'd visited Cessi together, she knew where his look was coming from — hell, she wanted to give him the same, but she didn't and just smiled.

"Gotta get going." She finally said, taking her bag and dragging it out of the room.

They were meant to be at the clubhouse by noon, where the others were already waiting so that they could take off together. Before that, she would drive her truck there. Like that she could be sure her baby was safe while the hot rod sleeping in her garage didn't leave place for it and she could take with her as much clothes as she wanted without Happy fussing about the size of her bag not fitting on his bike.

However, first of all she had to get the bag into her truck and she stopped midway, standing up straight to ease the pain in her back while she was sure she'd left a drag-mark on her floor. She didn't struggle with a lot of the stereotypical things you hear about women. But when it came down to packing a damn bag, she fulfilled every single one with perfectionistic meticulosity.

Looking behind herself, she found Happy at the end of the hallway, looking at her highly amused with a shit eating grin that she wanted to wipe off of his face.

"You know…a gentleman would help." She said, pointing to her bag she assumed weighed at least twice as much as herself. But all she got was a smirk, along an amused snort.

"Guess a gentleman would also have a problem with a girl that's cussing worse than a sailor on a regular base."

Squeezing her eyes to dangerous slits she grumbled to herself, slumping down onto her bag stubbornly.

"That's what happens when you grow up with outlaw bikers and whores."

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When they finally arrived at the clubhouse, Alex found all the bikes lined up, sparkling and shining overly clean in the sunlight, as the prospect made his way over to her car.

He was a pretty courteous guy and when he forgot about his manner, because he was too busy with staring at their VP's Old Lady's cleavage, Happy made him courteous again by kicking his ass into her direction forcefully, making her chuckle.

"You look gorgeous." He said the second she hopped out of the truck, causing her to raise a doubting brow. In her book she looked messy rather than gorgeous. She'd chosen a dark skinny jeans, medium high combat boots and a leather-jacket worn over a simple white tank-top. This wasn't quite what she called hot, but neither pumps or heels or wedges nor chucks were a good choice for such a long ride, so she went with it.

Watching the prospect unloading her luggage and carry it to the van, she debated about telling him too many flirtations towards anyone that owned two sets of lips could result in him having broken legs one day, especially when the owner was a member's Old Lady. Not that she owned that title, but Nessi did and Samy and Linda and Chrissy and…well, all those women he didn't hesitate to flirt with. But she decided that he had to figure that out himself and just gave him a last smile along a thanks before she headed for the clubhouses backdoor, where Happy was standing with Donut, enjoying a smoke and the sun.

It took her two hours before she squeezed Happy's side, telling him she needed a pee-break and she could literally feel the frustrated growl escaping him.

It was another break two hours later before they finally arrived in Rogue River after altogether six hours, Happy still cursing her bladder but Alex couldn't help it and didn't give a fuck. If he wanted her to drive with him instead of her car or a plane, he had to fucking live with it.

Alex tried to hide the heavy stiffness that was bothering her, which made her pretty much unable to get off the bike on her own. But she wasn't about to admit that, so she did it anyways and while Happy was able to walk like a fawn, Alex still felt the vibration rattling through her ass as she slumped down onto the bed in a sighing sort of way, after entering the room they had gotten together.

Talking about Fawn, she probably was about to meet her cute nieces, who really weren't cute at all anymore. First of all Dawn was the one Alex was barely able to stand. She was a damn brat, who didn't know how to appreciate the love of her father or what he did for her. Alex never told him though. Tig loved those girls and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him..

She heard a chuckle behind her as she laid on her stomach, with both arms spread to her sides, not moving a muscle until she lifted one arm, flipping Happy the bird.

He took the finger though and spun her around, looking at her smirking before plopping down next to her.

Alex still wasn't sure why he'd insisted on sharing a room with her, since she'd thought he would at least try to get himself some pink fun for the night. Not that he couldn't still do that. He could just grab her and fuck her around the corner or in whatever bathroom was available.

His words from the night before coming back to her mind, she doubted that though. Happy wasn't a man to say shit he didn't mean. But she still wasn't sure. She'd thought about it half of the night, the whole goddamn drive down here and she still had a bad feeling. No matter if he meant what he said, that didn't hinder him from waking up ten years later, regretting his decision. Maybe he would change his mind one day and then everything would meet that destruction she feared. She didn't want to lose him. She fucking needed him.

Then again, he wasn't known for something like this either. He still stuck with his decision he made when he was sixteen. That was weird. If there was an age you was allowed to regret what you did it was sixteen, but Happy didn't. He was a pretty resolute person and still used to say he would've done everything the way he had and he meant it.

Seeing him now, laying on his side, his eyes closed while his expression let her know he was completely at ease, she couldn't help the urge to lift her hand, caressing his cheek gently.

Happy didn't react to her touch, but she knew he wasn't asleep. Watching him for a while longer, she finally gave in to her need and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Her heart skipped a beat when they met, as if it was the first time she had ever kissed him. It wasn't. But this was different. This wasn't her telling a friend she loved him. This was her crossing a line she avoided crossing for almost a year that made her almost unable to breath. And it felt as if her heart jumped out of her chest and fell right back into her stomach as he suddenly emulated her deeds, doing nothing but moving his lips to return the kiss gently as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And maybe it was. Maybe it was long overdue. Though, her breath was shaky when she pulled away slightly, barely inches from his face before he opened his eyes, looking into her own in a peaceful kinda way.

They didn't move and stayed like this, while his hand came up, his index-finger finding its way beneath her chin before his thumb brushed her lip softly.

It was then when his hand went further, onto the back of her neck where he applied slight pressure, inching her forward. And while Alex felt as if the world begun to spin, he pulled her into a kiss that didn't need long to lose all innocence. It was his tongue peaking out and nudging her lips gently, that made her forget about whatever had made her push him away. So she opened her mouth and couldn't hold back the quiet moan as their tongues met. And she knew, this time she would remember every second of it.

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ReadtoRelax - I did laugh when I read your review. Because I had to imagine Happy pulling back a barking Alex as if she's an angry Jack Russel :D

Samantha Renk - And I did laugh here too, because I can literally see how Happy gets a leash out of the blue and puts it around her neck. Well, I guess your questions is somehow answered in this chapter :-)