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Mya
I don't waitfor an invitation. I climb onto Brady's bike, sliding back so he can take the seat in front of me. My entire body is freezing, but that seems to be normal these days. I can't warm up. No amount of clothing has warded off the chill in my bones.
The only cure is Brady.
The second I saw him tonight, my blood started to heat again. I felt the tips of my toes for the first time in days. I felt his stare on me as I made my way around the room. And I felt the cold seep back in as soon as he looked away.
It took me an hour to find him. I looked in every room. Anywhere I thought he might be hiding. I even came out here and stole my helmet from his backpack. I thought about taking his as well, so he couldn't leave, but I knew that wouldn't stop him.
When I made it back inside, stashing the helmet in my room for safekeeping, and so no one would ask me why I was carrying it around, Max was working the party, socializing with everyone. Cleo was hot on his heels, making sure he didn't sneak off with anyone. I followed them for a while, hoping Max would lead me to Brady, and he finally did.
Brady was out back by the fire, with the rest of his crew, looking hot as hell. So much like the man I met that first day almost three years ago. Easygoing. Laid back. With a bit of a bad boy vibe but a gentleness that emanates off him in waves. In his signature leather jacket, I couldn't tell what his costume was tonight.
When he removes the very jacket I've come to associate with all things Brady, draping it over my shoulders, and helping me put my arms through the sleeves as I balance on the back of his bike, I finally ask, "And who are you supposed to be dressed as tonight?"
He's wearing his usual outfit. Tight-fitting t-shirt. Dark-wash jeans. Black boots.
"Bucky Barnes."
"Isn't he an anti-hero?"
"No. He's just misunderstood at first," he explains, tugging the collar of his jacket closed as I slowly slide the zipper up.
"Sounds like someone else I know."
"You think I'm misunderstood?" he asks, straddling his bike facing me.
"You can't drive like that," I point out, attempting to avoid answering his question. I should have known he wouldn't let it go, though.
"I'm not trying to go anywhere now that you're here." Placing a hand on each of my hips, Brady tugs me closer until I'm sitting in his lap, my legs dangling on either side of him. "Do you really think I'm misunderstood?"
Do I? Not really. I think he sees everything but says very little. He keeps his feelings hidden. Mostly, I think he uses actions to say what he can't put into words.
"I think I understand you even if other people don't."
"Yet you won't even have a cup of coffee with me."
"Because I don't trust myself around you."
"And why is that?"
"I can't say no to you."
"Have I asked you for anything?"
Yes. Multiple times. Even if the words weren't said, they were implied.
"Brady—"
"Come for a ride with me. You wanted to get out of here. You wanted me to rescue you from the party. So let's get out of here."
Reaching behind him, I remove his helmet from where it's hanging on the handlebar and place it in his lap. "Where to?"
"I know a place," is all he says as he gently picks me up and places me in my seat so he can turn himself around. Once he's seated, the bike purring between my legs, he reaches back and pulls me close again. Wrapping my arms around Brady, my entire body ignites.
The sting of the cold wind against my bare skin as he winds us around campus is nothing compared to the heat coursing through my veins. By the time he pulls to a stop, there's a sheen of sweat between my breasts.
"Why are we here?"
