BFG was destroyed by the only woman he's ever loved and is no longer the man he once was. Can he finally move forward with his life or will his past refuse to stay away?
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Tonight is important as hell. I've been thinking about it a lot and I want Sarah to be my girlfriend. Maybe neither of us are ready for her to be my old lady, maybe I'm too scared to ask that question again, but I want to take the next step.
I spent all day on truck thinking about it, how much Sarah has changed. Before she left she would cry a lot, be sad a lot and we would fight a lot. She stopped coming to the clubhouse unless she had to, she was drifting away from me long before she left.
This time though, Sarah is stronger, tougher. She spends every waking moment with the club, and not just because she's staying at the clubhouse. The old Sarah would've hidden in her room, but now she's cooking for the club, if she's not cleaning she's in the bar laughing and joking. She loves watching Toby with the club kids, she's so different. I can feel I'm closer to trusting her and if she agrees to be my girlfriend, then hopefully I'll trust her more.
I may not have the money her ex had, but I can still take care of her. I made reservations at the fanciest place in town and I plan to show her a good time.
"Holy fuck what are you wearing?" Scarlett gasps as I walk into the bar. I'm pretty sure I haven't been out of jeans since I joined the club, but tonight I'm wearing the preppiest outfit ever. I scream 'my daddy's a lawyer' which is true, but it's so not me. I just wanted to dress up for Sarah.
"Fuck you." I say giving her the finger as she laughs
"Got a hot date B?" She smirks
"Maybe." I shrug
"Well seeing as no one in a 50 mile radius will fuck you in that outfit, come to the club after and I'll buy you a lap dance to console your lonely dick." Scarlett smiles innocently
"Bitch." I growl
"Hell yeah! I am the bitch." She holds her head high and puts her hands on her hips and I laugh as she walks away giving me the finger. I head into Circuits office and grab keys for one of the trucks before jogging up the stairs to Sarah's room. I knock on her door and after a few seconds she answers
"I'm almost ready, come in." She doesn't look at me and I'm confused by the look on her face. This morning she was excited for tonight but right now she looks like a kid being forced to go to school. I told her to dress up, which for Sarah was always a dress and heels, with her hair and make up perfect but she's the complete opposite. Black skinny jeans and flat heeled black boots with a simple sweater on top. I mean, she looks hot and I would definitely enjoy peeling those jeans off her ass, but it's not her dressed up.
"Ok I'm ready." She says as she slips on a leather jacket and when she finally looks up at me she stops
"What are you wearing?" She asks
"I said to dress up, I'm taking you somewhere fancy." I smile
"I don't think I've ever seen you wearing anything other than jeans, I assumed we'd be going on your motorcycle, that's why I dressed like this." She smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes, something isn't right
"Is your lip swollen?" I ask as I step closer, I reach out to touch her but she steps back
"I guess I was biting it too much trying to figure out what to wear. Want me to change?" She asks looking down
"If you don't want to go tonight we can rain check." I sigh
"No, I want to go it's just... do you know what my favourite date you ever took me on was?" I shake my head "When we rode your motorcycle and we stopped at that crappy pizza place and sat on the floor eating pizza together."
I remember that, I hadn't planned it out much and figured we'd find a diner but the best I could come up with was a pizza place with questionable hygiene. I guess I just figured Sarah was used to fine dining and wouldn't be into that shit anymore.
"Give me five minutes and meet me in the bar." I say as I turn to leave. I quickly change my clothes and grab the keys for my motorcycle instead of the truck. I walk into the bar and see Sarah slumped in a booth deep in thought. What is going on with her?
"Better?" I ask as I walk up to her, she snaps out of her thoughts
"Much, that's the Derek I love." She smiles as she stands and I take her hand as we head out to my motorcycle. I hold out her helmet but as she takes it she pulls me against her and presses her lips to mine. Her free hand grips my cut tightly as she kisses me fiercely, it's as though she's pouring everything into this kiss. Her tongue glides into my mouth and she moans softly as I grip her ass I pull her flush against me. I groan into her mouth when I feel her grind against me, maybe she's trying to get out of this date by making me want to take her upstairs and fuck her, and damn is it working.
"Thank you." She whispers as she breaks the kiss
"What for? I'm pretty sure you started that." I chuckle
"For everything." She replies, why does it sound like she's saying goodbye? Maybe it's just because I'm waiting for her to run again, maybe she just had a stressful day at work by herself and she's just tired, but I can't help but feel there's something she isn't telling me
"If something was up you'd tell me right?" I ask as she secures her helmet
"Umm, yeah, you ready to ride? I'm looking forward to it." She smiles. Something is definitely going on, how can she expect me to trust her if she won't open up to me?
