Page 46 of Secrets

Chapter Eighteen

Summerville

Bodie

The fact Jolie finally texted saying she was ready to try going out on a date with Bodie has him feeling like he's going on his first date ever. He's changed his shirt three times, even though they all look exactly the same to him, not to mention the fact they're worn under his leather.

"Lex!" Bodie calls.

"Yeah?" Lex asks as she walks into his room. "Did a tornado come through here? Noah's room is cleaner than this!"

He looks around and realizes he kind of just threw everything when he took it off. "I can't figure out what to wear."

"Dude, you have jeans and T-shirts. A few sweatshirts. What's there to figure out?"

"Do I look okay?"

Nodding, she smirks as she crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe. "You really like her."

"I don't understand it."

"Why?"

"Because she's not my type. If you put her side by side with Evie, she's the complete opposite."

She sighs. "Which is a good thing, remember? Evie's a lying twat."

"Do you think it's because of my heart?"

"The metaphoric one or the real organ?"

His stomach flips. "I can't do this."

"Bodie, breathe. You're acting like a teenage girl, which is super hilarious and entertaining for me, but you've been on dates before. You've had sex before. Even if the date goes terribly, it's not the end of the world. You're just getting to know her, and if it goes well, let's hope she takes you back to her place because this place looks like a disaster zone."

"What cologne should I wear?"

"Trust me, you have enough of that body spray shit to keep you covered. Not even the wind from riding on the bike is going to make it disappear. Cologne will only make her pass out in close quarters. Trust me."

Letting out a deep breath, Bodie nods. "Thanks, Lex."

"No problem. Now get out of here. You're going to make her wait, and no girl should be kept waiting by a guy."

Kissing her cheek, he ruffles Noah's sandy hair as he gives Bodie a thumbs up on his way outside and onto his bike. His eyes glance at Lex’s Mustang in the driveway, and he itches to drive it instead of his motorcycle.

That’s so weird. I hate cages.

Jolie sent him her address, and he drives to her place, letting the purr of the engine settle his nerves on his way to her apartment building.

When Jolie walks out, she hurries to his bike wearing tight jeans and a tight tank top. The light green color balances with her skin tone and brown eyes, and all he wants to do is kiss her. Kiss her and never stop.

"Wow," Bodie says.

"You like my outfit?" Jolie asks and does a little spin.

"I like all of it," he says.

Smirking, she climbs onto the back and wraps her arms around his waist. "Take me to this dive bar you found. I love dive bars."

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