I was about to run away and bury my face in a pillow forever when Karl grasped my wrist.
"Don't go before you hear what I'm going to say." Karl smiled. "I work nights... but on my next day off, I'd love to get coffee with you."
The despair roiling inside me blossomed into hope. "Really?"
"Of course. When's your next day off?"
"Sunday."
"Mine as well." There was an excited gleam in Karl's eyes. "And why settle for coffee? How about brunch?"
Brunch was a bigger event than just coffee. I nodded vigorously. "That sounds great!"
"Then Sunday it is."
Four
Karl
Fate was a mischievous little imp.Making my fated mate a human... How ridiculous was that?
By now, I was convinced Angelo was the one. My heart fluttered, grew ten sizes and tied itself in knots every time I looked at him. I felt our destined bond as a tingle across my skin, a burning in my blood.
After getting Angelo's address, I texted him that I was outside. I wanted to spend every possible minute with Angelo today, so why not drive him to brunch?
I parked my custom motorcycle by the curb of his apartment. When he stepped out of the front door, my heart lifted. His blond hair was freshly brushed, matching wonderfully with his festive red coat and white jeans. I chuckled to myself. Even on his day off, Angelo couldn't help indulge in the Christmas spirit.
When Angelo saw me, he gasped, his eyes lighting up. "Karl, I didn't know you drove a motorcycle!"
I grinned and swept my hand over the front of it. "Yep. This here's my girl."
He eyed me up and down, taking in my black leather outfit on the black motorcycle. She was modded to have long, thick goat horns for handlebars—a cheeky nod to my identity.
"Wow... it's so cool," Angelo murmured.
"Ever been on one before?" I asked, handing him a spare helmet.
"Never. This is my first time."
As Angelo fumbled with the straps, I said, "Here, let me help."
When I reached over to clip it securely, my hands brushed his chin. Angelo flushed. I cursed myself, wishing I wasn't wearing leather gloves so I could've felt his bare skin.
Angelo perched on the back of the motorcycle seat. "Like this?"
"Sure, but you might fly off," I teased. "Grab my waist while we ride. It's safer that way."
Angelo's cheeks turned pink. "O-oh. If you're sure..."
"I'm sure. Safety first."
Angelo was red as a beet as wrapped his arms around my waist. I kicked my ride into gear and took off. Angelo yelped, which turned into a laugh. He hugged me tighter out of instinct. I shivered pleasantly at the sensation of his body pressed flush against me. How badly I wanted to stop my motorcycle, spin around and ravage him... But maybe not in the middle of the street.
After I parked, I helped the dazed-but-enthusiastic Angelo off the motorcycle.
"That was so much fun," he said, swaying on shaky legs.
"Isn't it?" I grinned and helped him walk until he got his bearings.
