Protests bubble up in my throat, and I’m ready to tell them all the reasons why we can’t and why it’s a bad idea.
But instead of chasing the what-ifs, I ignore them, sliding my hand into Deans.
He lifts his helmet off of his head and shimmies it onto mine, securing the buckle. “Safety first.”
“What about yours?” I ask.
He smiles. “Yours is more important. Besides, you look hot in that helmet.”
It’s a good thing my cheeks are hidden inside of it, or he’d see me turn beet red.
Taking my hand again, he helps me keep my balance as I throw my leg over the bike, sliding into place behind him.
“Does this mean you’re declaring me the better kisser?” Dean chuckles, flipping Asher off.
I shrug. “I might have forgotten what they’re like altogether. Maybe I need a reminder later.”
“Or right now,” Asher murmurs, his voice heavier, his eyes molten as he shifts his visor down.
When I rest my hands between Dean and me, he shakes his head. “No. You’re going to have to hold on tight.” Reachingbehind his back, he grabs my hands and yanks me forward, wrapping my arms around his solid torso and flattening me against him.
Jesus Christ… he is solid muscle.
My fingers settle into the crooks between his abs as I flatten my palms.
These guys want me?Bothof them?
I swear someone has put them or me under a spell because I’m having a hard time believing it to be true.
“Here we go,” Dean announces, and his bike pulls forward, rapidly accelerating with Asher keeping pace beside us.
We’re less than a half mile from the turn onto campus nearest my class. And with each foot, nerves start to eat me alive.
They’re not even hesitating to basically tell the whole campus thatI’mthe girl they were looking for. That I’m the one they put a campus-wide message about. They’re not asking me to stay in the shadows until they’re ready.
What if Adrianna finds out about us somehow? What if she has spies on campus that will take pictures and report back to her? What if they’re watching us right now?
“You okay?” Dean asks, and I frantically wonder if I spoke any of that out loud. “You’re squeezing really hard.”
My grip instantly loosens. “Oh shoot! Sorry!”
He chuckles, the sexy sounds vibrating into my chest and arms. “Don’t apologize,” he shouts, slowing down and turning onto campus. “Squeeze me to death if you wish.”
These guys are going to make me completely lose my mind.
Eyes are already on us the second we breach the gates and pull onto campus. Everyone turns our way. Some of their gazes are full of judgment, curiosity, amusement, or something else entirely.
A tall, dark brunette turns at the last second as we pass by, and my heart drops.
Was that Adrianna?
No, no way. It’s impossible. She’s on a plane, traveling far away from here.
But knowing that doesn’t calm the anxiety tearing through my chest, making me feel like I’m on fire and struggling to breathe.
“Oh God,” I whisper to myself, trying to calm my racing heart.
Every head turn and glance becomes too much, too overwhelming, and my vision starts to spot. Person after person, bile builds in my throat.
