Harley Delaney

Opie

Opie shut the door to his room at the clubhouse, and I took a seat on his bed.

"What's this about Opie?"

I asked calmly. I was dreading every bit of this conversation. I didn't wanna hurt Opie. But, at the same time, I didn't wanna get hurt again.

He crossed his arms. "Is something going on with you and Juice? I didn't know you two knew each other." He asked, ignoring my question.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh here we go again, no Ope there isn't!" I exclaimed.

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean 'here we go again'?"

I stood up and put my hands on my hips. "I mean, you're always like this when it comes to me! Jealous of everything! Opie, let's not forget, you cheated on me. It wasn't the other way around."

I hissed, becoming so annoyed with him.

"Forget this." I scoffed before trying to walk out, he stepped in front of the door, and his face softened.

"Please, don't go. I'm sorry okay? I just wanna talk."

I sighed, and nodded as a response. He brushed my hair out of my face, and put his hands on my waist.

"I made a mistake. All those years ago, what I did to you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..you didn't deserve that." He explained.

"You're right. I didn't." I replied.

There was a moment of silence. I had one thought on my mind. One question I wanted to ask. I cleared my throat.

"Do you still love her?"

He looked me in the eyes and sighed.

"Donna was my wife. I'll always have feelings for her. But you, you were my first love Harley. I never should've let you go. Maybe we could've worked things out one day. I know there isn't a chance for us, but please, humor me. Just this once."

Opie had a special way, of making you feel bad for him. I know, he cheated on me. Abandoned me. But, before that, he was so gentle and kind.

He made me happy, a feeling I didn't know too well. And gosh, I missed it.

"Harley..I need someone. I need you." He continued.

I cupped his face, and sighed, before smiling softly.

"Oh Opie..I've missed you."

His hands traveled up to my hair, and then he kissed me.

Gentle, and slow at first, but it only grew more passionate from there. He took off my prospect vest and dropped it to the floor, I did the same to his vest, and his shirt followed after.

I felt the tattoo on his back, I remember being there with him when he got it.

I know this wasn't the best choice. It wasn't even a good choice.

But I missed him so much, that I didn't care about making bad decisions. I didn't care if I'd regret it.

I just wanted him. And I had him, I finally had him back.