If I Die Tomorrow (Sons of Anarachy)

Eleven

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My cousins were wrong about the Sons of Anarchy. They had to be. It was just a club. Motorcycle enthusiast who got a bad wrap from being labeled as a gang. They were a real family. Something I was lacking in my life and I realized I wanted so badly to have.

Juice wasn't upset he woke up alone. He looked relieved to see me that morning. He started out being awkward/nervous like he'd always been at the store. Jax was right about Juice having liquid courage that night but slowly he became more comfortable.

I didn't stay all day, only a few hours. Jax had disappeared along with Kip which put my full attention to Juice. He didn't seem to mind and neither did I. I got the feeling it didn't happen often.

Dalton and Collins would definitely be home. I couldn't risk them even being the least bit skeptical of me, at least not right now. My money was still being held and I couldn't afford my own place at the moment.

Juice ended up letting me borrow one of his shirts. He actually had some that didn't have the SOA logo on it. I folded up the one Jax lent me and left it on his bed along with his truck keys before I left. Finding a blank piece of paper I left a note saying, thank you 🖤.

I had a moment of nostalgia from the morning prior as I went to leave Jax's room. It felt like it was so long ago. I wouldn't have ever expected my days off would've ended up like this but I'm glad it did. It felt like I was saying goodbye which I was but it felt like for good. I knew I'd see them all at the store randomly but who knew if I'd ever return to the Clubhouse. Time would tell.

When I went to leave Juice insisted on walking me. He removed his leather vest, which I now know they call a cut, so if we were seen by my cousins they wouldn't flip. I also think Juice wanted to see where I lived. He knew my cousins dislike of them and I think he wanted to investigate.

Juice wore black cargo pants and a white shirt with skulls. His shirt was tight fitting and hugged his chest and arms. I wanted to reach out and touch his chest, to feel the muscles I'd kissed last night again. His eyes were covered by his black Ray Ban sunglasses and they stole any chances I had at guessing his thoughts.

We walked and talked. It took us maybe ten minutes and I'll admit I walked slowly. Our shoulders would brush from time to time but no more than that. I wanted so badly for him to take my hand or wrap an arm around me. Sometimes I felt as if he was about to but then he'd give me space, only to be just as close a few steps later. It was like we were bungee corded together. When my cousins house came into view I felt a huge wave of disappointment wash over me.

"This is me." I said as I stopped in front of the house. Juice lifted his sunglasses up to look around at the area. Seeing his chocolate eyes gave me hope.

"Are your cousins home?" It wasn't a come on, even though I wished it was.

"Most likely." It was after noon and it was already a risk having him walk me here. Juice was exactly inconspicuous with is head tattoos.

The air between us was slowly intensifying as we quieted. Juice was shyly watching me under half lidded eyes, causing me to bite my lip. I wanted the goodbye kiss, hell I wanted goodbye sex but I'd settle with a kiss. I'd wondered about it the entire walk. Would he go for it or chicken out?

The birds were chirping in the afternoon sun. A warm breeze blew slightly, causing stray hair to tickle my face. I listened intently behind me, hoping to hear some indication if my cousins were home.