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“No, it’s good. If this is what you want, I think we both could use the closure.”

She gave me an odd look. I was confusing her. Good.

I helped her onto the back of my bike and gave her some quick instructions. She nodded that she understood.

“Are you in a hurry, or can I show you something first?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Have you checked the bus station times yet?”

“No. I was just going to walk for a bit,” she confessed.

“I can fly you wherever you need to go.”

“No,” she said a little too quickly.

It made me feel like I didn’t have all the facts about what was going on here.

“So, can I show you something first?”

“Uh, sure.”

I settled between her legs and reveled in the feel of having her wrapped around me as I drove out of the driveway. Then I drove us home for the first time praying all the way that I didn’t blow what could be my final chance with her.

Tricia

Chapter 17

I wasn’t sure where he wanted to take me and at this point, I had no idea what I was doing. I thought I could just get away without encountering him again. Clearly that wasn’t going to happen.

Now I was stuck on the back of his bike, holding on tight as I wrapped my body around his.

I’d never been on a motorcycle before, so I held on for dear life. His scent was already clouding my judgement and the wind in my face was doing nothing to dissipate it.

A few minutes later he rolled up into a neighborhood like the kind of place you’d see on Desperate Housewives or something. That picture perfect suburban vibe. I’d seen a few such places traveling here. They looked unreal to me. Who lived in giant houses like these?

I thought we’d just drive through, but instead he pulled up to possibly the biggest house in the neighborhood. Peyton’s house was one of the largest houses I’d even seen, but this one gave it a run for its money.

“What’s this?” I asked when he parked and turned off the bike.

“Just humor me a minute.”

He helped me off and then held my hand as we walked up to the big house. There was something so sweet about him. It was like night and day difference from the man I’d so far met. It made me realize there was a lot more to him than I’d suspected.

He fished out a key, unlocked the door, and walked inside like he owned the place.

“I know you think you want to just run away and get as far the hell away from here, and me, as possible. But I’m asking you to consider another option.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I asked.

Our voices echoed through the empty house making me feel like I should be whispering.

He looked around and grinned. I didn’t realize he had dimples. Probably because I’d only seen him scowling before now. They were on full display now and I was mesmerized by them.

I had the weirdest sensation to pull him in close and lick one then the other.

Who the hell was I? This wasn’t me. I didn’t do or even think about such things.