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“Home.” She gives me a smile, but it wavers.
“You’re not walking,” I tell her, pointing to my bike on the curb. “I’ll give you a ride.”
I don’t know how I expected her to respond, but the big smile and hand clap she does is not it. It’s cute as fuck.
“Yes, please!” she exclaims, bouncing on her toes.
Jesus. If I knew giving her a ride on my bike would warrant this reaction, I’d have done it a lot sooner.
We walk over to my bike and I pop the back open for the second helmet. I turn and find her waiting eagerly, her eyes lit up with excitement.
“Can I put this on you?” I ask her, never wanting to cross a boundary with her. I wish she would share with me what happened to her so I could understand her more, but I want it to be on her own terms.
“Yes.”
I bring my hand up to her cheek, my knuckles brushing across the soft skin there. She shivers under my touch, and it makes me refocus on the task. I brush her hair behind her ears, then carefully pull the helmet over her head.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Mhm.” She smiles at me, still looking gorgeous as ever even with the helmet on.
I tug mine on and take a seat on my bike, offering my hand to her to help her climb on the back. Camille takes it, her small hand fitting perfectly in mine. She mounts the bike, but sits further back than I’d like.
I keep my foot down on the ground for balance and reach with both of my hands behind my back, each one gripping the outer sides of her thighs. I gently pull her body forward until her chest is pressing against my back.
Having her this close to me is a bad fucking idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
“Stay like this and hold on to me,” I instruct her as I look over my shoulder to face her. “Where do you live, by the way?” I ask her, and she tells me.
Then I pull the visor down on her helmet, and it suddenly hits me that she’s now my responsibility. If something happened to her while riding my bike, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
I turn forward, do the same to my visor, then begin revving the engine. Camille’s hands gently rest on my hips, barely gripping me, but that won’t do. So I put my hands over hers and drag them over to my front so that they’re holding her close to me.
I rev the engine once more, and her grip on me tightens. “You okay, princess?” I shout over the sound of the engine.
“More than okay. Let’s go,” she shouts back.
It’s with a smile that I kick off the curb and cruise down the road. Usually, I enjoy the sound of nothing but me and my bike, the rustle of trees in the wind. But tonight? Fuck, there’s never been anything that has sounded as good as Camille’s carefree laugh that swirls around us as we take off down the road.
It’s infectious and endearing. I don’t think driving alone will do it for me anymore after experiencing a ride with her like this.
We don’t have a long ride ahead of us, but I’m going to take it slow and enjoy the fuck out of having her wrapped tightly around mine, her laughter mingling with the wind, making it the most perfect sound I’ve ever heard.
Camille lifts her left arm and I almost reach for it, but when I look in the side mirror, I watch her let it float in the air, her fingers moving like a wave and letting the air float through them.
I let her have her fun for a minute, then convince myself that it’s because of her safety that I need her arm back around my waist.
A few minutes later, we pull up to her fancy apartment, dread settling into my body. I don’t know why, but I don’t want this night to end.
I shut my bike off and kick the kickstand out. “You get off first,” I tell her, holding my hand out for her.
She ignores it, dismounting the bike on her own and lifting the helmet off her head. Camille shakes her hair out, running her fingers through it with the biggest smile on her face.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
“Thank you so much for that. I had the best time,” she tells me, pure joy clear as day on her face.
I smile under my helmet, knowing I’m safe to do it there. Lifting it off, I dismount the bike and leave it on the seat. “You keep surprising me, princess.” I gaze at her, trying to understand exactly who Camille is deep down.
