The F It List - Alexis Winter Page 0,9
asks, holding them out.
“Sure, thanks.” I take the beer from her hand, pop it open, and take a swig.
“So why were you really in my neighborhood?” she asks, sitting on the couch. She curls her legs up under her while she rests one edge of the plate against her chest and the other on her knees. She starts eating while waiting for my response.
It’s clear that I’m not going to convince her that I didn’t mean to come here. It was simply my heart being pulled to hers. So I lie. “I got to thinking about your list.”
Her cheeks flash red with embarrassment.
“Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?”
Her brows pull together. “No, why?”
“I thought we could add it to your list and then you could check it off.”
“Isn’t that cheating?”
I shrug. “It’s your list. Do you think it’s cheating?”
She thinks it over for a minute.
“Look, the list is full of things you haven’t done, right?”
She nods.
“Well, you haven’t ridden on a motorcycle. It doesn’t make it cheating just because you haven’t written it down yet.”
“Good point. I wasn’t exactly finished with it anyway.”
“So . . . write it down and then I’ll take you for a ride.”
She smiles. “Okay,” she agrees. “But you’re not going to kill me or anything, right?”
I laugh. “I’ve been riding about as long as I’ve been walking. My dad had one when I was growing up. I’m a pro.” I flash her my best attempt at a charming grin.
She snorts and rolls her eyes. “You’re just a pro at everything then, huh?”
I laugh. “Something like that. I can do all sorts of things, Cora.”
She doesn’t reply, but I see the way the pink in her cheeks grows more heated and I know she’s picked up on my insinuation.
After she finishes eating, she cleans up her mess and grabs a jacket. Her hands are noticeably shaking as she pulls it on, but I don’t mention it. I lead her back down to the street and climb on. She stands off to the side, looking at me, then the bike, with wide eyes.
I hold out my hand. “It’s really not that bad. It’s kind of fun, actually. Come on. Do you trust me?”
Her eyes flash to my outstretched hand. “Yes. I think so, anyway,” she replies.
Finally, she places her hand in mine and I help her behind me on the bike. I kick the motorcycle to life and it roars loudly. She automatically starts to giggle. I look back at her.
“It tickles my feet!” she giggles out and I laugh and shake my head. “Hold on tight,” I say, shifting into gear.
I check my mirrors then twist the throttle as we dart out onto the street. Her arms are around my waist and she’s holding herself against my back tightly. I can feel her breasts pressing against me and it makes my body come alive in ways it shouldn’t. This time, the wind in my face doesn’t do anything to cool my overheated body—not when she’s wrapped around me like this.
I drive around the city and she never asks me to stop or slow down. In fact, whenever I glance back in the mirror, I always see her smiling. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s having fun. We drive around for nearly an hour before we’re back at her house. I turn off the bike and she climbs off, then I follow behind her.
She’s wearing a wide smile. It nearly stretches from ear to ear. “That was awesome!” she cheers.
I laugh. “Glad you liked it. And now you get to mark it off your list.”
“Oh, I’m going to. Thanks for helping me, by the way. I don’t think I said that earlier.”
“You did not,” I reply.
She blushes. “Well, thank you.”
I nod. “It was my pleasure.”
She starts walking backward toward the door. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there,” I tell her, watching as she’s still walking backward.
“Okay, bye. And thanks . . . again.”
I don’t reply. Instead, I just smile and watch as she slips away behind the door. Since she’s no longer in sight, I climb back on the bike and make my way home.
Chuck is hard at work when I arrive. He’s still at his desk with his headphones on, so he doesn’t even hear me come in. I lock the door behind me, grab a bottle of water, and go straight to my room where I undress and crawl into bed. I turn off my bedside light and look