Page 90 of Off-Limits

Me on the other hand, yeah, I’m having trouble sitting up, let alone walking to the damn bathroom, and then to the car, but I haul ass and do exactly that, the excitement of what the day holds trumping my jelly like legs.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m hopping on the back of Damon’s Harley, my thighs tightening around him as I bring my hands to rest on his stomach.

“Where to, handsome?”

“Oh? You think I’m handsome, do you?”

“Oh, fuck off, wanker.”

He tips his head and taps it.

“Touché,’ amore, touché.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“I know. But to answer your question, pretty girl, you’re just going to have to wait. Now put your helmet on before I have to spank you for misbehaving,” he jests, handing it to me with a wink.

Pouting, I do as I’m told while Damon kicks the bike over. It roars to life before lunging forward, causing me to tighten my arms around his middle. I hear him laugh again, the wind whistling around us, but I pay him no mind and focus on the scenery blurring by, and I allow myself to reflect.

I’m in a relationship with Damon fucking Woods.

The thought makes me smile, but apprehension isn’t far behind. I want this to work more than anything, but I’m so scared that Arrie will find out before we have the chance to tell her. I don’t know how to feel about that, and then throw my parents into the mix, and it’s one giant kaleidoscopic clusterfuck.

The bike jolts to a stop, snapping me from my thoughts, and I look around to see we are about an hour out of Rafter’s Falls, at Diamond Falls. It’s a quaint, private space that not a lot of people go to because of the hilly climb and windy, unsealed roads.

I can’t believe I spaced the entire ride.

Hopping off the bike, I remove my helmet and set it on the seat. Moving away from the bike, I close my eyes and smile. The air smells fresher, crisper and cleaner up here, and I can only put it down to the lack of pollution this far out.

Damon’s arms wrap around me, and he rests his chin onmy head. My eyes flutter open, and I take in the breathtaking expanse of land and waterfall.

“It’s as beautiful as I remember.”

“Not as beautiful as you.”

“That was so cheesy.” I say, chuckling.

“Yeah, but it made you laugh, and that’s one of my favourite sounds.”

My cheeks flush and my belly dips from the compliment.

“Come on. I have something to show you,” he says, unwinding his arms from around me and clasping my hand in his.

It feels so natural, and I only wish we could do it in public and not just in secret. The further we walk into the woods, the more nervous I notice Damon become. Confusion creeps in, but I don’t say anything. I just enjoy the nature, the whistling birds around us, and the sound of the bubbling brook I can hear nearby.

I’m so lost in my surroundings and thoughts that I don’t notice Damon stop and I run right into him.

“Ow?!”

“Now, now, miss feisty. If you were watching where you were going…” he trails off, and I look up to see him smirking down at me, standing in front of what looks like an opening through some branches.

I try and look over, but he fucking tuts me.

“You ready, Blossom?”

“Born ready.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, and then turns me around to face the opening and places his hands over my eyes as a makeshift blindfold.