Didn’t want to rush anything that had her pressed against me like this.
The wind picked up as we hit the main road, cool air cutting across my face while the heat of her soaked into my back.Her grip tightened just slightly as I leaned into the first curve, and my hand dropped from the handlebar for half a second, sliding back to her thigh, palming it just to feel her there.
Just to remind myself she was real.
Her fingers tightened instantly, pressing harder into me, her body shifting closer in response.
Yeah.
She felt it too.
Good.
I let my hand linger for another second before bringing it back up, but the imprint of her stayed there, burned into my palm.
I didn’t take the direct route to her house.
Could’ve.
Should’ve.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I veered off onto one of the back roads, letting the ride stretch out, letting the quiet settle around us.No traffic.No interruptions.Just the steady hum of the engine and the feel of her against me.
Every mile we added didn’t feel like enough.
Every second she stayed on my bike felt like something I didn’t want to end.
She shifted again, her cheek brushing my back for just a second before she settled, and I swore I felt her breathe me in.
That did something to me.
Something I didn’t even try to name.
I just rode.
Let the road take us where it would until I couldn’t justify dragging it out any longer without being obvious about it.
Eventually, I turned down her road.
The long driveway came into view, the house sitting quiet and still like it always did.
I slowed, rolled up beside her car, and cut the engine.
The sudden silence hit harder than it should’ve.
She slipped off the bike, hands trailing over my sides as she moved, and I stayed where I was for a second, just watching her.
That was becoming my favorite thing.
Watching her.
The sway of her hips as she walked toward the house.
The way her hair bounced with each step.
The way she didn’t rush, didn’t hesitate, just moved like she belonged exactly where she was.
