He inhales.
"Sit."
"What? No!"
"I'll take you to your shop, we can talk there."
"Sure… kill me, dump my body in my cauldron and boil me after." He removes his helmet and hands it to me.
"Sit!"
"I am wearing a skirt…" Holding his helmet against my chest, I glance down at my legs and then up at him once again. He hands me his hoodie after removing it. A black T-shirt covers his torso. Both his arms are covered in tattoos. But I spot the veins, perfectly sculpted under his colored skin.
"Take your skirt off."
"Excuse me?"
"Put this on. Take off your skirt. My hoodie is big enough to cover you completely."
"Fine... turn around!"
I slip into his hoodie. The scent of cigarettes and perfume intertwines, baptizing both my hair and skin. I let my skirt fall over my boots and glance up through my long black hair to see him observing me.
"I said, turn around!"
I know I am burning in his dirty mind.
He kneels before me, drops the box on the ground, reaches over and puts my hand on his shoulder. One after the other, he lifts my feet by grabbing my ankle and helps me out of my skirt.
"Have you rode before?" He stands up pulling his hoodie over my thighs with his fingers. "Bikes." A playful smirk surfaces on his lips, crafting dimples on both sides of his cheeks, and I catch his tattoo moving as he swallows.
"You are going to be my first."
He chuckles. His white teeth showing off his fangs. Hot. Annoying. Annoyingly hot. He approaches me and removes his helmet from my grasp with one hand while tucking my hair behind my ear with the other.
"Your piercing might bother you while wearing the helmet."
"Then you wear it."
He clicks his tongue.
"You are not riding without it." He puts the helmet on the bike and brings his fingers to my ear. As he removes my earring, his cold fingertips are gently touching my skin. He then brings it to his mouth.Disgusting.His existing one merging with mine now. Two silver ball closure rings piercing the web of skin beneath his tongue.Hot.
"I don’t know if you are aware, but you have the option to put it in your pocket."
"And lose it? No way." He snatches the helmet and puts it over my head.
"What about the… box?"
"What box?" He locks the chin strap probably too tightly under my chin.
"Funny." I nudge the package with my boot. He thumps my forehead gently with his palm, to ensure the helmet is in place, and my head jerks back from the impact; he picks up my skirt and the box and hurls them into his bag.
"Front or backpack?"
"What?" The helmet makes my voice sound deeper and more muted.
"Definitely front." He positions himself on the bike and taps the seat in front of him. Between his legs, I sit. His handsgrasp my waist and he yanks me in, until my lower back connects with his body. At the jolt, my hand automatically clutches his thigh and I stare down at his leg. At my hand that lays on his leg. And the only thing I can think of… besides the sensation of gradually feeling horny… is that I want to take my knife to cleave the skin that my fingers touched.
