Meadow rolls his eyes. “May I have my beer now?”
“See,” Milo holds his hand up to emphasize his meaning, then he walks away and disappears in the back.
Meadow’s laser gaze lands on me, assessing my fidgeting foot and the hard bite on my lip. “Do you want to do something fun?” He plays with his rings, “Let me show you what this place is all about.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Withyouof all people?”
“You already like to go on rides with strangers.” This again. “Better a lovable stranger.”
“First, you have to be lovable.” I open my Pepsi, enjoy the sound accompanying it, and take a few sips.
“Mm,” he pretends to snarl under the helmet. “Say yes, Wilder.”
His words are warm and welcoming, but there’s something behind his eyes that I can’t understand just yet because I don’t know him but they reflect longing and sadness.
It is the same thing I see when I look in the mirror.
I just met him. And yes, I find him attractive, everyone does by the looks they’re giving him when he walks by but I don’t want to disturb the peace, especially, when he is Milo’s son.
“Dad I need to go, rain-check.” He calls out.
It takes a minute for Milo to respond, “Safe ride, I’ll see you out there later.”
I’m fucking doomed because my next words are, “Fun like what?” I question.
Slamming down his helmet’s visor, he cocks his head to the side, “Like putting a smile on people’s faces.”
“Fine.” I swing the can in my hand, “I need to pay for this first.”
“No need, I’ll take care of it afterward.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me gently toward the exit. “We need to go now, I’m already late.”
So impatient.
Meadow grabs a spare helmet and tucks the strap under my chin like I don’t know how to do that.
I take advantage of the situation and ask the number onequestion that nags me. “Why do you hide your face?”
“Why do you care?” he tightens the strap.
“I’m just asking.”
“Where is the fun in revealing everything?”
“I get it, everyone’s like a little mystery but what if I want to kiss you?” I say and it stops his movements as he sucks in a breath. “Hypothetically.”
The wickedness forms on my lips.Gotcha.Too bad he can’t see it but I’m sure he can sense the shift in the energy around us.
“You shouldn’t,” he responds roughly.
“Why not?”
“If you kiss me, you will never get enough.”
“You’re usually this full of yourself?”
Taping on each side of my helmet, he pulls me by the strap until our helmets meet. “Only in good company.”
I swallow hard, my body heats up involuntarily as he lets go.
