Even though I felt like I could probably get out of it if I explained myself, I was still in the middle of nowhere halfway down a mountain on a switchback of a road that I hadn’t seen another soul on in fifteen minutes.
With no cell phone signal.
I was not stupid.
I got on the bike.
He waited for me to get on and situated before he said, “Get closer.”
I got closer.
“Closer.”
I scooched forward an inch.
“More.”
I sighed and moved all the way forward until I was touching him with every part of me.
“Good,” he said. “You ever been on a bike before?”
“Yes,” I lied.
He snorted. “Hold on.”
I threaded my arms around his waist.
He pushed off the ground with one leg, then started forward slowly.
I tightened my hold.
“Your hair’s gonna be a mess when we get there,” he pointed out.
That was the last thing I heard before he picked up speed.
I squealed in surprise as we started to move.
I was also in awe.
I’d never in my life felt so free before.
And terrified.
It was freaky to look to the side and see straight down the mountain going at a high rate of speed.
Even scarier was the fact that I had no helmet on, and Odin was going incredibly fast.
Much faster than I ever would’ve felt safe going in my SUV.
I held on to the large man, trying not to think about how big he was.
Much bigger than Errol.
He could beat the shit out of me in seconds if he wanted to.
I shivered, the reminder of the last time that Errol had hurt me rocketing through me.
I’d once given in and gone on a date with Errol, just hoping that he would see how incompatible that we were and maybe say “oh, okay. Never mind. I don’t want to date you.”
