Motorcycle Girl: Book Two

Chapter 13: Five Missed Minutes

A loud thud pulls me out of my dazed state. I hear a quiet groan and then, "Putain d'enfer."

"What happened?" I inquire, my voice gruff with sleep. I reach over to grab ahold of my fiancé, but she's not there.

I hear a shuffling sound and then she stands up, rubbing her hip.

She's naked, looking extremely annoyed.

"What happened?" I repeat, sitting up. The blankets fall off of my bare chest.

"I fell out of bed." She mutters, her eyes wandering over to the clock. She lets out a quiet groan.

And then she starts swearing loudly in french, loud enough for the whole house to hear.

"J'ai perdu cinq putain de minutes de sommeil depuis cette chute! Cinq minutes! Cinq minutes, j'aurais pu dormir!"

She grabs a pair of panties from her dresser and one of my shirts and storms out of the bedroom, the door slamming behind her.

"D'abord, je suis agressé, alors je suis fou, puis je perds le sommeil! Dormir! Le sommeil réel! Ma vie est de la merde, personne ne se soucie de moi!" She continues, her voice growing quieter the further downstairs she gets.

I chuckle softly.

It's good to be back.

It took almost a full month for her to stop being skittish around people other an our household and for the nightmares to cease.

So today is her first day back at work.

I went back in early January but now it's February first.

She's ready to go to work.

She pressed charges against the guy who did it and filed a restraining order.

There wasn't even a trial or anything once the charges were pressed.

I'm glad there wasn't. She doesn't need that reminder.

Annalise's parents were under the assumption that she was going to move in with them in Ohio, but she told the she's twenty five and she's independent.

Liam wasn't surprised at all considering she didn't live with him in England.

She found a job in the city as a judge, which is what she did in England and now she occupies the bedroom across from Mason's upstairs.

She was going to take the one between Odette and I's room and Harper and Gabe's room, but after Mason told her she really doesn't want to do that because the sounds of our nights are louder on that floor, she took the upstairs room.

She fits into the group perfectly.

I can still hear Odette shouting nonsense downstairs so I get up, tugging boxers over my bare center. I pull sweats on over those and make my way downstairs.

She's in the kitchen, ripping through the cabinets in just a t-shirt and underwear.

Annalise leans against the wall with a mug of coffee and an amused smirk on her face. Harper stands with Gabe's arm around her, both of him watching with raised eyebrows, and Mason is standing by the back door, shaking with silent laughter.

I can't help but feel triumphant.

I mean, its obvious we had sex last night. Her hair is sticking up in fifty different directions and she's not wearing any pants.

I lean against the entrance of the kitchen.

"What is she talking about?" Gabe asks me.

"She's bitching because she got woken up five minutes before her alarm, saying she was assaulted and then went insane and now she lost a full five mintues of sleep." Annalise says, laughing quietly. Mason, Gabe, and Harper smirk. I stick my left hand in my pocket, letting my right hand rest against the cool wall I'm leaning on.