Cutter's P.O.V.
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The ride back sucked a.ss. I've never said that about a ride before. Didn't matter if I was riding 12 hours or 12 minutes. This was the very first time it wasn't enjoyable for me.
My eyes kept constantly flickering back at Psych and Sorsha. Not that there was anything going on. Just riding. I'm not sure what I expected to find anyway.
When we got back home, the gates opened for us right away. We parked our bikes in our normal spots. Sorsha was off Psych’s bike before he even came to a complete stop. She tore off her helmet and threw it at me without even looking. I wasn't expecting it, nor was I fu.cking parked yet, so I fumbled with it until it fell on the gravel.
I cursed under my breath as I watched Sorsha march right into the clu
