Page 30 of Thor

“Can anyone come through?” panic tinged her voice.

“No. There are guards. Only those allowed in and out can go through without a problem.”

She nodded. “Oh.”

“Come on.” He straddled his bike and motioned for her to sit behind him.

Elle slid across the bike. Thor grabbed her wrist and pulled her close against his back. He pressed her hand into his stomach.

“Hang on to me,” he said.

Her other arm snaked around his waist, and she clasped her hands together.

“Relax into me,” he said. “Let my body lead you.”

She scooted closer and her arms tightened around his waist as her body molded into his, and she set her chin on his back.

Thor turned over the engine and kicked the kickstand up. He put on his blinker and pulled onto the street. Her entire body tensed around his like a form fitting glove. The sensation made every nerve pay attention. Even inconvenient parts of him.

Knock it off. It’s not like a woman has never touched you before.

Thor rode down the street and as they turned corners Elle’s body moved so easily with his, he couldn’t tell where his body ended and hers started. A feeling of oneness came over him so completely that Thor no longer wanted to go to dinner. He wanted to cruise to the coast highway and ride with her as far as they could go. Just the two of them. Away from everything and everyone else.

Instead, he turned a corner and pulled up in front of a Japanese restaurant. He turned off the bike and put down the kickstand. He removed his helmet and realized that Elle still hadn’t released her grip on him. He patted her hands.

“You can let go now, we’re here.”

She lay her cheek on his shoulder, and he barely heard her whisper, “But what if I don’t want to?”

“Then we can do it again. After we eat.”

Elle nodded and took off her helmet. “Deal.”

* * *

Thor pickedup a piece of salmon sashimi and topped it with ginger before dipping it in the soy sauce and holding it out to Elle.

She wrinkled her nose. “I thought I said no raw fish.”

“No, you said you didn’t want raw fish last night. Tonight, is a different night.”

She eyed him skeptically.

“Try it.”

She scrunched up her face and leaned forward and opened her mouth. Thor placed the fish on her tongue, and she closed her mouth and began to chew. At first her expression remained confused, but quickly confusion turned to revulsion. She picked up her napkin and spit into it before chugging down half a cup of soda.

“No. No. Nope.” She waved her hands at him. “That is awful.”

“It’s delicious,” Thor retorted. “You have to give it a chance.”

“I did give it a chance and the answer is no. It’s slimy and chewy and... orange.”

Thor laughed. “Orange? You don’t like it because it’s orange?”

“No. I don’t like it because it’s raw fish.” She wiped her tongue on her napkin again. “I’m beginning to think you are trying to starve me, Thor Odin’s son. First no dinner last night and now this.”

“I offered to take you out to eat last night.”

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