Page 47 of Spike

Their words filled me with a warmth I hadn't expected, rendering me momentarily speechless.

"Thank you," I managed to whisper.

As I chatted with Julian, the familiar rumble of a motorcycle engine outside caught my attention.

Moments later, Spike burst into the clinic, looking panicked. Guilt washed over me as I realized I had forgotten to text him about my hand. Wait, how did he know I hurt myself?

Spike spotted me and hurried over. Julian quietly excused himself, leaving us alone.

"There you are," Spike said, enveloping me in a sudden hug. “I stopped by the diner, but your manager said he sent you home after what happened to your hand."

Well, that answered my earlier question.

"Yeah, it's nothing serious," I replied, feeling a rush of warmth at Spike's words. "Just a little burn. I was planning to text you.”

Spike shook his head, his eyes softening. "Don't worry about that now. Are you okay?"

I nodded, reassured by Spike's presence. "Yeah, I'm fine. Micah took care of it.” I showed him my bandaged hand.

“What happened?” Spike asked.

“I had been nervous about our upcoming date and wasn’t focused on what I was doing,” I admitted.

Spike's brows furrowed in concern. “Maybe we should postpone the date?” He asked.

But I shook my head adamantly. “I’m fine and don’t want to cancel our plans,” I said. “I was just clumsy. That’s all.”

"If you're sure..." Spike began, his voice trailing off uncertainly.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, a silent reassurance that I was indeed fine and that our date was still on.

Spike flashed me his usual grin that never failed to make my heart race.

"I hope you like what I've got planned for today," he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.

I couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a surge of anticipation.

"I'm sure I will," I replied.

Before we left the clinic, Micah gave me a stern reminder to be more careful. I thanked him again and promised I would.

Spike's Harley awaited us outside, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as we climbed on, ready for our date.

The engine roared to life as Spike revved it up, and we set off towards town.

The wind whipped around us, tousling my hair as we rode, but I didn't mind. With my arms wrapped around Spike's waist, I felt safe and exhilarated all at once.

We arrived at a quaint little restaurant tucked away in a corner of town, where soft lights illuminated the outdoor seating area.

Spike led me to a cozy table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of flowers, creating a romantic ambiance that took my breath away.

As we sat down, Spike flashed me a mischievous grin before reaching across the table to take my hand in his.

"I wanted our dinner to be special," he murmured, his gaze warm and affectionate.

Throughout the meal, we didn’t touch any heavy topics. We kept the conversation light, while savouring the delicious food and enjoying each other's company.

As the evening wore on, and the sky turned dark, I found myself thinking how silly I was earlier, about being nervous about our date.

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