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"Yeah, sure, man." I smiled at him.
He looked over at Scar one more time and back to me. "Thanks, man." He patted my shoulder and walked toward his bike.
"This is going to be an interesting weekend." Mason laughed, and Kaleb followed.
"We'll meet you down at the riverbank," Seth yelled over the engine and took off.
Swinging my legs off the bike, I kicked the stands up and balanced my helmet on the seat. When I glanced up at Scar, she didn't look pissed off or scared. She looked…happy.
"Hey. You okay?" I asked, slowly walking toward her.
"Yeah." She genuinely smiled, making me swallow a gulp of nerves.
"You know he cares about you. He doesn't do what he does to annoy you." I tilted my head to get a better look at her eyes when loose strands of hair fell over her face like a curtain. She had taken the braids out, letting her wavy hair flow over her shoulders.
"Yeah, I know." She sighed and looked up at me.
"Come on. It'll be fun." She took my hand as I led her to my bike. I pulled the helmet over her head, but she stopped me by pushing it back toward me.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm giving you the helmet to wear."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
She rolled her eyes in amusement. "What areyougoing to wear?"
"It's sweet you care, Tinkerbelle. But don't worry about me. I know which trails are safe to take without a helmet."
Not waiting for her to deny me, I pulled the helmet over her head and closed the face shield. Scar lifted herself onto the bike and wrapped her petite arms around my waist.
The guys weren’t at the riverbank yet, so I decided teaching Scar how to ride would be fun.
"Get on." I motioned with my head toward the bike.
"Huh? We just got here." She looked confused.
"I know, but I'm going to teach you."
"No, you're not." She huffed a laugh.
I raised my brow, daring her to challenge me, but my sassy Tinkerbelle stood her ground.
"Alright." She wanted to play it the hard way, then I'd play.
She squealed when I lifted her by her hips and sat her on the seat. With one hand on the bike and the other on her hip to keep her from falling, the smell of peaches invaded my senses. She always smelled good, even when she sweated.
Sixteen.She's sixteen.
"I can't ride, Maverick!"
"Yes, you can. It's just like riding a bike without pedals." I shrugged, trying not to get sucked into her smell and the need to be near her.
"Yeah, a big fucking bike," she snapped. Scar tried to wiggle free, but my hand tightened, and she froze.
"Okay, keep your feet on the ground to balance yourself," I told her, ignoring how she felt under my touch.
