#dillhikes

love, reignited. oaken eyes were wide with disbelief as damie watched the other male coast up on his motorcycle. he may as well have wandered up with one of the male's ex lovers on his arm. ( no ... the bike meant more to him than that. ) romance was fleeting. the relationship he'd once had with his bike was more akin to a sailor and his vessel. all blood and sweat, an exterior organ that his body had learned to live without. damie approached slowly, just as he would with any customer, but his gaze was incessant, boring into the beast as though it may just disappear entirely. " she yours ? "