Page 24 of Burning Love
He barely held back the roll of his eyes, but not the sigh.
She patted his cheek.
“Make it quick.”
“You think I’m high maintenance, don’t you?”
“I was going to reserve judgment on it, but the longer we stay in here, the quicker I’ll make that decision.”
“In there,” she said, pulling him into American Eagle. It’s not like she was going to drop two hundred dollars on jeans, but she liked these and had her eye on a pair.
She grabbed a pair of baggy jeans with rips in the knees and ran into the dressing room.
“Nope,” he said when she came out.
“What’s wrong with them? They are cute.”
They were low rise, fitted to her hips and then extra wide and baggy on the way down, several tears on the thighs and knees. It’d make them feel cooler on this hot day too.
“They are,” he said. “They look cute on you and would look even better with that tiny crop top.”
She snorted. “I’m not sixteen.”
He shrugged. “Just saying. But for riding a motorcycle there is too much material. You should have something more fitted to you.”
She moved over to the jeans on the wall. “Any other requirements before I pull them off the shelf?”
“These look baggy but not too bad,” he said. He was looking at a picture of them. “They’ve got holes in them.”
She laughed, found her size, and pulled the straight jeans down. “Tears, not holes. It’s your lucky day they’ve got my size and I don’t own these yet.”
She put them on, they fit pretty cute if she did say so herself. They even looked better with the canvas sneakers on her feet than the first pair did.
Rather than take them off and purchase them, she walked out to get his stamp of approval.
“Perfect,” he said. “Let’s go.”
She shook her head and went back to the dressing room to get her things and put her shorts back on, then went to the register to pay.
“I need to run to the bathroom to put them on now.”
“I don’t know why you didn’t keep them on to pay for them.”
“Because she wouldn’t have been able to get the magnetic tag off if I had them on.”
“Oh,” he said. “I wasn’t paying much attention.”
They found the bathroom, she ran in and swapped her shorts for the jeans and then brought the bag to her car. Her smallpurse was over her chest holding her phone, wallet and fob for her car.
He handed her a helmet and she put it on. He adjusted the strap. She liked how close he was to her face and wished the helmet wasn’t in the way. She wouldn’t mind leaning in for a kiss.
She’d been disappointed he hadn’t even given her a kiss after their date. For a man who made it clear his relationships were mostly about sex, she couldn’t understand what was holding him back from something as simple as a lip lock.
He got on the bike and patted the seat behind him, so she climbed on.
“Do I just put my arms around your waist?”
“Yep. You’re not experienced enough to hold on to the bars.”
