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Noelle

I’m not sure exactly what I am agreeing to with Damon, even though it is being labeled as “going out for coffee.” The look I got from Sabrina suggested I was heading toward sex simply by agreeing to go out with him.

Admittedly, my attraction for Damon only strengthens on the ride from his shop to the coffee place. Sitting on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist, I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking as he drives us down the road.

We get our coffee and sit outside so that we can watch the sunset over the ocean. It is so beautiful. I would have taken more pictures of the sunset than Damon had of me on his motorcycle, but I don’t want to seem corny or cliché.

Instead, we return to talking, which we both do really well. I learn about what it was like for him growing up around real gangs. I listen to him talk about how he loves working at his bike shop and how he wants to open up more across Florida. His passion and enthusiasm are a huge turn-on for me.

Damon drinks his coffee quickly, but I take my time. I sip my drink slowly, not wanting this night to end. It’s strange… it is such a simple night. The only outlier I can pinpoint is the man himself.

I am so into him, and I can tell he is into me, too. I don’t even have to laugh at all his jokes, good and bad, for him to know that I am responding to him. He doesn’t need to hit on me all night for me to know he is hard for me.

“You’re the sexiest damn model in the whole bunch, just so you know,” he tells me.

“You’re just saying that because I agreed to get coffee with you,” I say playfully.

“I wanted you to get coffee with mebecauseyou’re the hottest model that’s ever walked in my shop.”

“I see,” I reply with amusement. “But how do I know you don’t say that to all the models that go out with you?”

“I think you’re the first model to ever go out with me,” says Damon.

“Oh, come now,” I scoff. “You’re the hottest biker I’ve ever met! You’re telling me you don’t get girls better than me?”

“Who’s better than you?”

“You know what? Good point,” I say, getting back on my feet. “I can’t think of anyone.”

“Nor I,” he concurs. “I’m really hoping you’ll reconsider dinner sometime. I’ve been having a nice time, haven’t you?”

“I have,” I say without any doubt. “I also liked riding on your bike. I haven’t ridden on the back of one in a long time.”

“You know how to drive one?” he asks.

“Nah, I wish,” I say. “Maybe one day I’ll learn—you could teach me.”

“Is that all you want me to teach you?”

“Well… what else could I learn from you?”

“All sorts of stuff,” he says. “If you ever want to come by the shop sometime…”

“We’re not going back to the shop after this?”

He blushes, which is insanely cute.

“I guess I just figured I’d call you a cab to your place,” says Damon.

“Just because I didn’t want to do dinner doesn’t mean I… don’t want other things,” I confess. “I really like being on your bike. Is your shop closed?”

“For the day, yeah,” he replies. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” I say suggestively.

It’s clear to me in that moment that his advances have finally weakened me enough. I am giving in to his persuasion. I am eager for more.