Page 53 of Rider Forbidden
“Yeah it was good, we always have a good time there. Didn't see Jack for most of it though.”
I smile knowing what he’s getting at. “Yeah, whys that?”
He shrugs “Maybe he’s got good taste for once.”
OK, how sweet is jock.
Jack pulls up and comes to a stop in the pit. Denny and Harry go over to him why he talks about his bike. I get up to leave before he sees me but as I'm leaving, I hear him shout “Danish!”
I turn around and see he’s still straddled on his bike, Harry and Denny have turned to face me. He leans into them both and says something and they walk back into the pit, Harry shaking his head and Denny grinning to himself.
“What?” I stay still, no way I'm going to him.
He takes his helmet off and brushes his hands through his hair, what is he doing to me? Sat there, straddling his bike in his leathers holding his helmet - his hair all spikey and all over the place with sweating. He looks adorable, dangerous, hot and sweet all at the same time. How is that possible? I feel like I need to cross my legs to somehow ease the want that I feel for him, looking at him like this.
“Come here, I wanna say something.”
I don't move.
“Please?”
Wow, he never says please. I sigh and make my way over to him. I look up and wait for him to speak - when he does it floors me.
“Why is it that when I'm supposed to be thinking about nothing but beating my best time, I’m thinking about you? Thinking about what an arsehole I was to you earlier.”
“I don't know - guilty conscience?”
He gives a sad laugh. “Yeah something like that. I know it’s none of my business who you do or don't date - but for some reason, I fucking hate that its none of my business.”
His hand in his leather glove reaches up behind my neck and he pulls me into him.
“Jack,” I whisper, “Everyone can see us, what are you doing?”
“I'm sorry.” He rasps, it sounds like it pains him to say it, I just stare at him.
“I'm sorry I was an arsehole. You didn't deserve those comments, I just let my mouth run away with me.”
He seems so sincere and I don't think he’s apologised to anyone ever.
“OK. I accept your apology.”
“Does that mean ‘I still hate your guts, but I’ll be civil ‘accept your apology, or ‘I really do forgive you and we're friends again’ accept your apology?”
I laugh “The second one I think.”
He smiles and looks relieved. “Can I come over to your place tonight?”
“Elijah will be there.”
He rolls his eyes. “I know, I thought I could come over and see the little guy. I’ve got some merch he can have.”
“OK, I guess you can come over.”
He looks relieved “Cool - what time is good?”
“We eat at five, do you want dinner with us?”
“I’d love that.” He says softly.
