[chapter ten]
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~Jeffy's POV~
Originally, I was just going to go to the restaurant down the block for dinner.
But now that we're on my bike, her arms wrapped around me, her head laying against my back, I've changed my mind.
I wonder if she would notice if we just drove for a few hours? I'm sure I could find a restaurant a few counties away …
Might be a little suspicious.
Instead, we go roaring across town to a small restaurant I know on the outskirts. I love the way she leans with the bike when we take curves or corners - I can tell she's been riding for a long time. Most people freak out and try to overcorrect, or tense up. Brooke wouldn't even ride with me. Most people don't just … go with it.
I love that.
I kill the engine and take off my helmet with a small disappointed sigh as Jasmine removes her arms from my waist. She yanks off her own helmet with a broad grin. "That was fucking awesome. This is a helluva nice bike."
"Thanks."
"Boys with toys. Granted, fucking fast, expensive toys. I like these kind of boys."
"Really? What about … " She interrupts before I can complete my thought.
"When are you going to let me borrow it?" She teases and I laugh. I would give her the moon and the stars if I could, but I'm not sharing this bike. Not yet, anyway.
"Nice try."
"Damn."
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I can't seem to stop watching her as she smiles at the waitress, examines the menu, sips her wine. She's unlike any girl I've ever met. She makes me feel nervous, unsure, off kilter, confused and like I want to be reckless.
I have to admit, those feelings aren't exactly unwelcome. I've been under a microscope for so long, the idea of letting loose a little is pretty appealing right now.
And the girl across from me is very appealing.
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She does like putting me on the spot. I think she genuinely enjoys embarrassing me.
"Never?"
"No!"
"You've never had sex in one of your race cars?"
"No!"
"So where is the weirdest place, then? You knew I wouldn't let you off the hook!"
"Jasmine … " No way. No way am I answering that one. She can keep asking me about parachuting, Pink Floyd and pig's feet, but I'm not talking about sex with her.
I can't.
It's too embarrassing.
And it puts too many thoughts in my head.
Which I should NOT be having.
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"Thanks for dinner." She murmurs as she climbs onto the bike behind me, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing gently. "I had a good time."
"Me too." I mutter, firing up the bike and heading for my house, wishing dinner could have lasted for a few more hours … days … years.
I like this girl.
I like what she does to me.
How she talks to me, teases me, listens to me.
I like this girl.
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"Thanks again." Jasmine says, walking through my darkened house to grab her shoulder bag. "I had fun, even if you didn't answer all my questions." She says softly, smiling gently.
"Jasmine … "
"S'okay." She says. "Just means you'll have to ask me out again sometime so I can try again."
"Would you say yes?" I squeak.
"What do you think?" She replies, looking at me, her eyes boring into mine. I wish I could read her mind, read her thoughts, but if I'm not mistaken, I can see a few emotions in her eyes. Flirtation, teasing, and maybe even the tiniest dashing of lust.
Now or never.
Now or never.
Now or never.
God, I hope I remember how to do
this.