Page 48 of Spike

We finished our dessert, feeling content and utterly happy. Spike paid for our dinner. As we stepped out of the restaurant, I couldn't help but rest my head against his shoulder.

"It's still early," I remarked, glancing at the fading light of the evening sky.

Spike turned to me after I raised my head. "That's right, Gray. The night's not over yet. It's time for part two of our date,” Spike said.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Part two? What do you have in mind?" I asked.

Spike chuckled, his hand reaching for mine as we walked towards his parked Harley. "You'll just have to wait and see," he teased.

The anticipation grew, and I found myself caught up in the thrill of the unknown. Whatever Spike had planned, I knew it would be amazing.

As Spike revved up his motorcycle, the familiar rumble of the engine filled the air, sending a thrill down my spine.

I wrapped my arms snugly around his waist, holding on tight as we left the bustling town behind and ventured into the quiet serenity of the Moon Burrow Woods.

The cool night air rushed against my face, refreshing and invigorating, as we rode deeper into the woods.

I leaned into Spike's back, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against mine.

After a while, Spike slowed the bike to a stop at the foot of a small hill, and I lifted my head to take in our surroundings.

The moon cast its soft glow over the forest, illuminating the path ahead.

"You're taking me on a night hike?" I asked, smiling. "Good thing we're both shifters and can see in the dark."

Spike only reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers together. "Something like that," he replied cryptically.

With Spike leading the way, we began to ascend the hill. I stole glances at him as we walked. This biker bear was a keeper, I thought.

As we reached the top of the hill, Spike finally stopped and turned to face me. "Close your eyes," he said softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the night.

I did as he asked, letting go of his hand and closing my eyes, my heart fluttering.

With my eyes closed, I listened to the rustle of movement as Spike arranged things around us.

"Spike?" I called out, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," Spike's voice came from somewhere nearby.

I obeyed, blinking my eyes open slowly. And what I saw before me took my breath away.

Blankets and pillows were spread out on the ground, creating a cozy little nest beneath the starlit sky. A telescope stood proudly nearby, its lens gleaming in the moonlight.

I gasped in astonishment, hardly daring to believe my eyes. Spike had remembered.

He had remembered that one off-hand comment I had made about stargazing with my father when I was a child, and he had turned it into something magical.

"Spike, this is..." I trailed off, at a loss for words.

"I remember you mentioning it once," Spike said. "I wanted to make tonight really special for you."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I looked at him, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.

As the night sky stretched out above us, I pointed out the constellations my dad had taught me when I was young.

Spike listened intently, his arms wrapped around me, his warmth seeping into my skin.

We took turns peering through the telescope, marveling at the intricate details of the stars and planets.

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