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As a nurse, I’ve seen gruesome motorcycle accidents come through the hospital, and I swore I’d never ride one.
And yet here I am, on the back of a Harley because a man was able to talk me into it. I guess I’m weaker than I thought if a pretty face and hot body can make me forget how dangerous this is.
“Just relax, Mel. Enjoy the ride.”
Relax? That’s not happening.
At the first movement, I squeal, tucking my face into his back, and digging my fingers into his abs like it’ll help to keep me from falling.
I’m terrified. Every muscle in my body is tense and frozen. My eyes are glued shut, refusing to open, and when we turn, I squeeze my thighs around him tighter.
Slowing, we come to our first stop, and Alex places a warm palm on my thigh, rubbing it gently up and down.
“Mel, relax.”
“I can’t.”
“Just open your eyes.”
“Can’t do that either.”
“Mel.” He continues to rub my thigh, squeezing gently. “I swear I won’t let anything happen to you. Just enjoy the ride. I promise you’ll love it.”
I really doubt that.
Taking his hand off my thigh, he places it over my clenched fingers on his stomach – stroking them softly.
Switching between stroking my fingers and my thigh, my legs and arms start to relax under his touch.
“Now open your eyes,” he tells me, turning his head to the side to make sure I do it. I look into his emerald eyes for a few seconds and I relax further, my body sucked into the Alex effect.
I still don’t think I can speak yet, so I just nod once to let him know I’m okay now, and he holds my gaze for another beat before turning back around.
The bike moves forward again, and I tighten my arms around his torso, needing to fuse myself to him.
First, I wake up practically on top of him, and now I’m on the back of his bike with every part of me nestled tightly against almost every part of him.
My cheek stays plastered to his leather jacket, but I focus my eyes on the colorful trees all around me, trying not to squeeze them shut again.
The trees start to blur together in a wall of orange, yellow, and green, and after a minute, I actually start to relax into the ride.
The rumble of the bike beneath me runs from my feet up to my head, and everywhere in between vibrates with anticipation. I’m not comfortable enough to move my cheek from his back and look around, but I’m at least able to keep my eyes open.
I heard riding a motorcycle is one of the most freeing experiences there is, but it goes against everything I am to even get on one. And yet here I am, wrapped around Alex like a boa constrictor.
And I think I like it.
I feel safe. I feel sure. I feel…something.
The wind whips past me, and I feel my ponytail blowing out behind me, but the cool morning air doesn’t even touch me. All I feel is Alex.
Winding down the streets of Pine Cove, I don’t even realize that I’m smiling until we reach the turnoff for Dottie’s cottage, and I’m genuinely sad that the ride’s almost over.
Down the long gravel drive, we reach the clearing, and the little blue cottage greets me like an old friend.
Alex parks a little ways away from my car, and kicks the stand out, resting his feet on solid ground. But I don’t let go yet.
Alex places his hand on my leg and waits for me to calm down enough to loosen my limbs on my own.
