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promise.”
“Wow, just what every girl wants to hear.” That got a laugh out of him as every muscle in his body relaxed. “So, I don’t know where you live.”
He hadn’t invited me over yet and I didn’t want him to know that I’d tracked him when I first came to town.
“Just follow me.”
Chapter Eight
He lived only a few miles away from his dad’s garage. I suspected the reason he drove was more that he loved being on his motorcycle rather than he actually needed to. His place wasn’t huge. When the door swung open, we entered the living room first. With a quick look around, I noted a feminine touch. His mom must have fixed the place up. Alice didn’t seem like the type of woman who’d let her son fester in a rat hole or frat house. That’s not to say there were flowered curtains all around; everything was very manly, from the dark couch down to the much too large television and bare walls, aside from a clock.
“I’ll just be a few minutes.”
And he was off. Within thirty seconds, I heard the shower raining down in the bathroom. I gave myself a private tour of the rest of his place. He had quite a bit of square footage, more than I’d first thought. An attached dining room held a small, four person table. There was a galley kitchen that ran the width on the far end with an opening that allowed anyone in the kitchen to talk to anyone who wasn’t.
I even let myself wander the other direction, into his bedroom. A large, unmade bed sat under a row of windows. The mass of tangled blankets and sheets brought other thoughts to mind. Thoughts invaded my mind about rolling around in there, maybe getting tangled up and not caring due to certain other activities that would be going on…
“Whoa,” he started. I turned quickly at the sound of his voice and found him in the doorway with just a towel wrapped around his waist and small drops of water glistening from his chest and abs. “I didn’t expect…”
“Sorry.” I think I actually started to blush. Really? There went calm, cool Alyssum. I swear I could feel his body heat two feet away and wanted to feel it closer. “I was just wandering…I don’t even know how I ended up in here. I wasn’t snooping, I swear.”
His smile looked even more delicious when he was all clean and wet. It took just about all I had not to pounce on him. Given that he was naked under that towel, it would have gotten super weird, super quick.
“Didn’t think you were. You just surprised me.” Awkward silence fell over us for what felt like ages. “I just, uh, need to get dressed.”
“Right.” I snapped back to reality. “I’ll be in the living room.”
I’m such an idiot. Caught in his bedroom? Why did I go in there?
Being a guy must be far too easy because, in less time it took me to do my hair, he was completely put together. He looked like he’d stepped out of a movie. I couldn’t focus on anything but him when he came out in jeans and a white t-shirt that had a slight V-neck, just enough to tease me with his collarbones. Though I never heard a blow dryer, his hair looked perfect.
***
First, we ate at this small pizza place up the road from the theater. Just a quick bite before the movie he planned on taking me to. I discovered I was pretty good at getting on and off his bike in a skirt without flashing all my goodies to anyone watching. I liked riding with him, liked being that close and being able to wrap my arms around his waist. It was comfortable.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve already seen this one,” I said, nudging his arm as we stood in line to get tickets.
The moment we had both gotten off the motorcycle in front of the theater, he took my hand in his and didn’t let go. Fine by me, Jensen Burkhardt.
“Like I could concentrate.”
After purchasing our tickets, he offered to buy snacks, but I was completely full. I asked for a diet pop and was teased, yet again, for calling it pop. How
“Wow, just what every girl wants to hear.” That got a laugh out of him as every muscle in his body relaxed. “So, I don’t know where you live.”
He hadn’t invited me over yet and I didn’t want him to know that I’d tracked him when I first came to town.
“Just follow me.”
Chapter Eight
He lived only a few miles away from his dad’s garage. I suspected the reason he drove was more that he loved being on his motorcycle rather than he actually needed to. His place wasn’t huge. When the door swung open, we entered the living room first. With a quick look around, I noted a feminine touch. His mom must have fixed the place up. Alice didn’t seem like the type of woman who’d let her son fester in a rat hole or frat house. That’s not to say there were flowered curtains all around; everything was very manly, from the dark couch down to the much too large television and bare walls, aside from a clock.
“I’ll just be a few minutes.”
And he was off. Within thirty seconds, I heard the shower raining down in the bathroom. I gave myself a private tour of the rest of his place. He had quite a bit of square footage, more than I’d first thought. An attached dining room held a small, four person table. There was a galley kitchen that ran the width on the far end with an opening that allowed anyone in the kitchen to talk to anyone who wasn’t.
I even let myself wander the other direction, into his bedroom. A large, unmade bed sat under a row of windows. The mass of tangled blankets and sheets brought other thoughts to mind. Thoughts invaded my mind about rolling around in there, maybe getting tangled up and not caring due to certain other activities that would be going on…
“Whoa,” he started. I turned quickly at the sound of his voice and found him in the doorway with just a towel wrapped around his waist and small drops of water glistening from his chest and abs. “I didn’t expect…”
“Sorry.” I think I actually started to blush. Really? There went calm, cool Alyssum. I swear I could feel his body heat two feet away and wanted to feel it closer. “I was just wandering…I don’t even know how I ended up in here. I wasn’t snooping, I swear.”
His smile looked even more delicious when he was all clean and wet. It took just about all I had not to pounce on him. Given that he was naked under that towel, it would have gotten super weird, super quick.
“Didn’t think you were. You just surprised me.” Awkward silence fell over us for what felt like ages. “I just, uh, need to get dressed.”
“Right.” I snapped back to reality. “I’ll be in the living room.”
I’m such an idiot. Caught in his bedroom? Why did I go in there?
Being a guy must be far too easy because, in less time it took me to do my hair, he was completely put together. He looked like he’d stepped out of a movie. I couldn’t focus on anything but him when he came out in jeans and a white t-shirt that had a slight V-neck, just enough to tease me with his collarbones. Though I never heard a blow dryer, his hair looked perfect.
***
First, we ate at this small pizza place up the road from the theater. Just a quick bite before the movie he planned on taking me to. I discovered I was pretty good at getting on and off his bike in a skirt without flashing all my goodies to anyone watching. I liked riding with him, liked being that close and being able to wrap my arms around his waist. It was comfortable.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve already seen this one,” I said, nudging his arm as we stood in line to get tickets.
The moment we had both gotten off the motorcycle in front of the theater, he took my hand in his and didn’t let go. Fine by me, Jensen Burkhardt.
“Like I could concentrate.”
After purchasing our tickets, he offered to buy snacks, but I was completely full. I asked for a diet pop and was teased, yet again, for calling it pop. How
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