Flash gave me a gentle squeeze. “I wore you out already? We haven’t even done anything fun.”
I chuckled. “This was fun.”
“Just wait until I can show yourealfun.”
“Can’t wait,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“Don’t fall asleep.”
“Too late.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Your parents are gonna be home soon, right?”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“I should probably get goin’.”
“Yeah,” I said, but slid my hand over his waist and squeezed.
“What are you doin’ Thursday night?”
“What I’m doing every night... studying for the Bar.”
“Do you take breaks?” he asked.
“Sometimes,” I joked.
“I have a flight, but I should be back by five, so you wanna do somethin’?”
“Helicopter or plane?”
“Helo.”
“Mmm, sexy,” I mused, closing my eyes again.
“I’ll take you up soon.”
“Nope, I’m good, thanks.”
“Baby, it’s safer than driving.”
“Says you,” I retorted.
“You still scared of bikes?”
“You bet your ass.”
My fear of bikes came after he’d bit it quite badly during a motocross race sophomore year. He’d broken his arm and a couple of ribs and had been knocked out for a few very tense seconds. It had scared the absolute shit out of me, and I’d refused to ever watch him race again.
He shifted me so he could kiss my temple. “I’m gonna change that.”
“Good luck with that.”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me gently, as I slid my hand up his chest and stroked his pulse.
“I should go.”
“Yeah,” I said, leaning up to kiss him again.
