“What?”
“I'm not getting on that thing.”
“Relax,” I told her, chuckling as I moved to the rear of the bike and pulled out a helmet.Waving it at her, I added, “I came prepared.”
“The fact that you think that changes my answer is wild, actually.”
My head tilted.“Don’t tell me you’re scared, Bristow.”
Her eyes narrowed at my taunting.“I’m not scared.”
“Good,” I said, smirking.I walked toward her, standing close enough to get a whiff of her perfume.“But if it makes you feel any better, I'll go slow.”
“It doesn't.”
Shaking my head, I lifted the helmet, and my smirk widened.“You'll be fine.Trust me.”
“I don't trust you.Herein lies the problem.”
“You're just all for the compliments today, sweetheart.Really touching my heart there.”
She gave me a flat look.“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“I’m going to be smart and keep my comments to myself.”
Glowering, she eyed the helmet, then the bike, then the helmet again.
“And just how many women have you given that to?”
“Jealous?Are we at that point in our relationship already?”
She exhaled through her nose, then muttered something under her breath before snatching the helmet from me.The sight of her trying to put it on was exactly what my morning needed.So worth getting out of bed this early.I had to bite my bottom lip to stop the chuckle from escaping.
“Come here, let me help you.”Pulling on the half-stuck helmet, I affixed it properly on her head, not missing the way her breathing hitched.Our eyes locked for a moment, the air around us suddenly getting too thick.My eyes never left hers as I pulled on the straps, tugging on them to be sure they were all good.She pulled her gaze away, though, looking anywhere but at me while I finished up.
“Done,” I murmured once the last strap was in place.
What the hell was that?
I took three steps back to the bike and grabbed my helmet, then hopped on.
“Get on,” I told her.
She jumped a little.“Why can I hear you so clearly?”
“The helmets are connected.”I double tapped the side.“It'll make it easier to talk.Step up to the bike, it's not going to bite you.Good girl.Now straddle it—you can grab my shoulder here if you want.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see her hand hesitantly grab my shoulder before she slid on.
“Wrap your arms around my waist.”
“I…” Savannah paused, placing both hands on top of my shoulders.“I think my hands are fine right here.”
I tried to be the nice guy here.You all know it.
Shaking my head, I turned on the engine and gave her a little jump scare—only a little one, don't look at me like that.Needless to say, it was enough to have her squealing in my ear and wrapping her arms tight around my waist.And just like that, I felt it—the tension, the heat of her pressed against me.
A grin spread across my face as I revved the throttle and took off.
