“I—I can’t.” I whisper again. “If anyone tells him they saw me with you.”
“No one’s going to know it’s you.”
“How?” I look down at how I’m dressed.
A devilish smirk spreads across his face.
“I don’t trust you when you smile like that.” I’m surprised when he laughs.
“Do you ever trust me?” He’s still smirking as he holds his hand out for me to take.
“Absolutely fucking not.” I smirk now as I take his hand and he moves us to the backdoor.
“Wait.” He stops before we make it out of the door and looks at me. “Leave your phone.”
“Why?” I pause, nodding my head. “Right. When he tracks it…” I trail before I set it down on the mantel and we leave the house.
“This isn’t your bike…” I trail as I look over at him.
“You’re right, it’s not.”
“Where’s your bike?”
“At home.”
“Why?”
“So no one recognizes it.”
“You had this planned.” I smirk at him as he just shrugs.
“I had a feeling you wouldn’t talk to me unless I got you away from here.” He reaches into one of the saddlebags and hands me a full-face helmet. I smile at him, pulling it over.
“See, no telling who you are.” He slides up my visor for a moment before handing me a leather jacket.
“Did you buy me a jacket?” I ask, not being able to stop from smirking, but also not trying to, since the helmet conceals it.
“Kind of.” I feel the panic set in about what ‘kind of’ means. Is it just someone else’s, and I misread the entire situation? Imagining all the women that I’ve seen on the back of his bike over the years.
“Yes, I bought you a jacket, but you don’t get to take it with you. It stays with me.” I feel dumb for how giddy this all makes me. “This jacket is only for riding when you’re with me.” He punctuates the sentence with a wink that gives me butterflies.
“Uh.” He hesitates before he’s about to kick over and stops. “Let me know if you need me to pull over. I’ll take it slow for you.”
“No.” I look up at him. “I’ll be fine. The riding helps calm me.”
“Where do you want to go?” He asks me as he cranks the bike up and revs.
“As far away from my life as possible.” I know it’s fucking cheesy, but it’s how I’m feeling right now and we pull out of the neighbor’s backyard. And just as I’ve always done when I’m on the back of his bike, I lean my head against his back, feeling the safety surrounding me.
We’ve almost been driving for 2 hours when he pulls over on the side of the road.. We’re in the desert, but that’s all I know. Letting the bike idle, he reaches into the saddlebag again and grabs out a piece of cloth, turning around and looking at it.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“I was planning on blindfolding you.”
“Why?”
“Because you shouldn’t know where the place I’m taking you is at, and I don’t want you to have to lie to your husband.” I cut my eyes at him. “What? Too soon?”
