I never understood the phrase there's a thin line between love and hate, until Dallas Wesson and I, became us. The beautiful green-eyed biker with the broken soul tantalizes me with glimpses of the man behind the vest. He's gravity. I have no choice but to return to him, regardless of what it costs me. Our story is messy, unconventional, uninhibited, and insane. Still, it's real, and until now it's always been more than enough. I'm broken, bleeding out, and completely wrecked. I walk away. Yet, he refuses to let me go. Because no matter how much I resist him we both know what lies between us is for always.