A small part of me knew I would regret it later.
Right then, I didn't care.
I just stood there staring at the shards of glass scattered across the ground, my chest rising and falling violently.
Then the tears came.
Easton cursed under his breath before suddenly pulling me against his chest.
His arms wrapped tightly around me again.
As if he was trying to hold something back.
Or hold himself back.
“Don’t cry over someone like that again,” he growled near my ear. “That asshole doesn’t deserve a single tear from you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut while still trembling in his arms.
A minute later, Easton pulled back just enough to look directly into my eyes.
“Get back on the bike,” he murmured at last. “It’s cold, and I didn’t bring a jacket.”
I nodded and wiped my nose with the back of
