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scratches that he inflicted on me. My hands were cut up from the gravel and felt raw. My eyes and throat were dry and scratchy from crying and the adrenaline high that I was riding started to crash, leaving me feeling exhausted and completely drained. I felt like a thousand pound weight was anchoring me down and all I wanted, was to crawl into my bed and crash.
    My hand grabbed the door handle, and I turned to him. “Thank you for what you did...I umm...I don’t...” I paused, taking a breath; not wanting to cry in front of him, once had been enough. “Umm...just thanks.” I said feeling like a stuttering idiot.
    “I’ll walk you to the door,” he muttered then hopped out his side and walked around the truck, opening my door and holding his hand out for me to take.
    Unbuckling my seatbelt, I grabbed his hand and climbed out and stood on shaky legs. “You don’t have to walk me, I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to sound reassuring.
    He stared at me for a second before he slid his arm around my waist pulling me into him then closed my door. He kept his arm around me, hand on my hip, as we walked up to my front door, like we’d been doing it for years.
    “Shit,” I said as we climbed the steps and was standing in front of the door.
    “What?” he asked.
    “My purse– it’s still in my jeep... along with my keys; they’re still in the ignition actually. Shit.” I said bringing my shaky hands to my head, rubbing my temples. “I wonder...” I dropped my hands down and reached for the door knob, turning it, hoping it wasn’t locked so I didn’t have to go back to my jeep. I turned the knob and the door clicked open.
    I felt his body tense next to mine. “You should really start locking your doors,” he said tightly. I looked up at him seeing his jaw clenched and his lips in a tight line.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I whispered
    Looking into his eyes, I saw the storm had disappeared and changed back to their soft grey coloring, putting me at ease. His arm twitched and I realized he still had it around my waist tightly. My heart started racing as a flame licked the spot where his hand rested, and my stomach fluttered as it filled with butterflies so I blurted out the only thing I could think of.
    “What’s your name? It just hit me that I don’t know it and I don’t think you want me calling you ‘hot bike guy’ to your face because that’s just weird–” I snapped my mouth shut as my eyes widened, not believing I had just said that. I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment, as I wanted to crawl into a dark hole and never see his face again.
    I was turned in his arms so we were chest to chest. He brought one of his hands up, sliding it across my jaw, and then lifted my head to look at him and his gorgeous face. One side of his mouth twitched and pulled into a one sided smirk.
    Fuck, it was sexy.
    Sexy as all hell.
    Seeing it at a distance was something, but up close was even more breathtaking. Tingles ran over the entirety of my body as his hand slid from my jaw to the side of my face. His palm flattened across my cheek, and his thumb slowly grazed back and forth across my cheek. Never in my life had I been touched in such a profound way, usually any hand coming near my face was in a slapping or punching motion. Never had it made a burning flame in my stomach light fully, or send heat flooding across my body like a tidal wave.
    I was a statue as I stood against him.
    “Lukas, but gotta say Peaches, I like ‘hot bike guy’ too.” His rough voice came out in a teasing way, as his lips curled into a smile showing his straight white teeth.
    He pulled me closer into his chest. My breasts pushed against his warm chest and I could feel my nipples perk and tingle against him and my hands rested lightly on his firm biceps. All I could imagine were my hands sliding up, feeling every hard ridge of his muscles as they slowly made their way up and over his broad shoulders and then tightening around