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I smile behind my mask, “Trust me,” I call back over my shoulder before closing the door.
We’re about to play a little game.
I drum my fingers against the bike as I wait patiently for her. It’s been fifteen minutes since I walked out of that door.
How long does it take for a woman to get ready? ?Just as I start to think she’s run away from me, the door creaks open.
And there she is.
My breath catches in my throat as she steps outside, closing the door quietly behind her. She’s breathtaking. Her blonde hair is pulled up in to a bun, but a few strands escape, framing her face perfectly as they wisp in the wind. There’s something about the way she carries herself, the confidence, the grace.
Her makeup is soft, almost natural, but it brings out those emerald eyes of hers against the darkness of her mascara. Her lips are now a shade of pink, matching the colour of her cheeks.
And her outfit. Fuck, it’s like she’s stepped out of my dreams.
The way her hips sway as she walks, the way her leggings hug every curve of her body, especially those sweet thighs of hers. It’s impossible to look away.
I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t wearing my mask, she will catch drool coming out of my mouth.
She’s wearing a baggy hoodie, just like last night, but this one’s pink, matching the colour in her cheeks.
I can’t help but smile under my mask, completely lost at the utter perfection of the woman walking towards me.
She’s in front of me within seconds, and I realise I’ve been sitting here, frozen… lost in the way she looks.
She stands there patiently, like she’s expecting me to say something.
Oh fuck, I am meant to say something… compliment her you idiot.
Clearing my throat I sit up, trying to bring myself back to the situation in front of me, or morewhois in front of me. “You look… breathtaking.” I tell her as I reach for my bag, pulling out a second mask, except this one is orange.
“And who’s that for?” She asks, eyeing it with suspicion.
I know I look like an idiot, standing here holding out a mask to her, but I can’t help it- standing this close to her, I feel like a nervous kid all over again.
The way I feel right now, I might as well be twelve, the way my heart races and my palms sweat. But fuck, she has that effect on me and she doesn’t even know it.
She slowly reaches forward and takes the mask out of my hand, “It’s for you” I tell her.
She pulls a face, confused as to why I would hand it to her, “Are you trying to say I’mbreathtakinglyugly?”
“No, Not a-” Fuck, panic fills me, “No, no, no, no, it’s ju-”
She starts laughing, the sound light and teasing as it cuts off my stuttering.
“Gotcha,” She says with a wink before slipping the mask over her face. I sit there stunned, but also somewhat impressed by her.
She steps beside me and pauses, tilting her head like I did earlier, “Now we’re matching. Cute.”
I take a deep breath as I try and hold it together as the weight of the bike shifts when she climbs on behind me. Just as I think I’ve regained control, her arms slip around my waist, holding on tight.
Well fuck.
A whole different kind of feeling floods me, A feeling I’m not ready for but I don't fight it. Her warmth spreads against my back as she wiggles closer, showing me that little bit of trust from her. It may be a little but it’s enough to make my heart trip over itself.
Whatever game I thought we were playing, I’m not sure who is going to win.
CHAPTER 23
