I bite back the scathing reply that’s sitting on the tip of my tongue and glare at him instead. I know my anger at him is irrational. Would I be mad at anybody else for simply being who they are? Blake is a biker. It’s just who he is and what he does. It’s not like he misled me about who he was. So why am I so irrationally angry at him? The only answer that comes to me is that I’m not. I’m angry at myself for taking the chance on him knowing full well I shouldn’t have. I’m angry at myself for being so fucking reckless with my own heart.
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