The Biker's Rules
“How do I know he’s not just playing with my feelings again?”
I finally ask the question I keep carefully boxed up in the back of my brain.
“You don’t,” she says after a beat. “Love’s a roller-coaster. You strap in, hope the safety belt holds, and scream your way through it. Maybe you pass out, maybe you throw up.” She shrugs. “But honestly? That’s better than never riding at all.”
These words feel wildly out of character for Kiara — the queen of emotional detachment. But she’s saying them for me. Because she knows I’m wired differently. I feel things. Deeply. Dangerously.