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“Arms around me,” he requests, and I slowly do, my hands shaking at this point from being so close to him. I rest my hands on the center of his stomach, and I can feel his taut stomach muscles through his shirt.
Oh God, give me the strength to play this cool and not make a fool of myself. I look toward the diner and see Marie practically glued to the window staring at the both of us.
I burst out laughing. I tap his shoulder and point my finger toward Marie. I can feel him shaking with laughter once he looks over. Dante pulls her away and I can see him laughing.
“I love your mom,” I confess to him before he starts the bike, but I catch his grin at my admission.
I didn’t even ask where he was taking me, and just hold on tighter when the bike starts rolling toward the highway.
My heart is in my throat when a vehicle pulls up next to us driving down the road. I can feel them looking at me, but I’m too distracted by the feeling of the night air on my skin.
It’s freeing.
I can see immediately why this is intoxicating. He comes to a red light and moves to rest his feet on the road holding the huge bike and me up. I can’t resist the urge to look down at his thighs, his jeans tight, showcasing every muscle.
My hands are not still, moving up and down against his stomach. How could I with the abs he has?
I peek around his shoulder and look forward toward the small town. I love it. This is the place that everyone should grow up in; kids playing in the streets without a worry in the world.
If I played in the streets in New York City, I would be kidnapped without a doubt. I can’t tell you how many kids I was in foster care with that just disappeared.
Everyone just pushed it under the rug and said they just ran off.
Everyone knew that wasn’t really the case, but no one truly cared what happened to kids in the system.
I know that one day I want to adopt. I want to do what I wish someone had done for me or even be a foster parent, one that cares.
I throw all of the darker stuff to the back of my mind and lean my head back looking at the beautiful stars that I can just make out through the few streetlights.
The light turns green, and he takes off, lifting his legs back onto the bike. I should ask him where we are going and what we are doing but the bike is too loud to speak.
Soon, we are leaving the small town basking us in the darkness. We’re going further out into the countryside, and I try not to have a panic attack thinking, this is how girls die.
Girls are always allowing a random handsome man to take us hiking in the woods or something, and then we are never seen again.
Ten minutes pass and I see the lights of another town that I haven’t been to yet but have heard about.
He slows down and pulls into a restaurant parking lot. I laugh out loud at the panic I was feeling and how dumb I am for thinking he was going to chop me into pieces.
But he could just be fattening me up for that purpose.
He turns off the bike and takes my hand off his stomach. “Off you go, darlin.” His drawl is a little deeper when he said darlin.
I smile to myself knowing the helmet is hiding it as I slide off from behind him. He kicks the stand down, gliding off the bike like he has done it a million times and he probably has.
“Have you been here yet?” he asks me.
I shake my head no. “Not yet, I haven’t left town once I settled in there.” It’s intoxicating how the sounds are so different from New York or heck, sleeping in my car in a Walmart parking lot.
“This is one of the best restaurants around, besides my moms of course.” I laugh. “Your mom is an amazing cook. I think I have gained like twenty pounds in the last three months since I moved here.”
“Let’s put on ten more.” He smiles at me and unsnaps the strap under my chin, pulling the helmet off and sliding into the saddle bags. “I know my hair is a mess.” I laugh then reach up and pull my hair out of the ponytail I had it in. I drag my fingers through the locks trying to smooth it out.
I’m very aware of him watching my every move.
He laughs. “May I help you?” he offers.
I laugh too. “Please? Helmet hair is not a look I think I can rock.” I smile as he smooths my hair down way more gently than I expected from someone that looks like him.
