Page 85 of Psycho

An hour later,we came out of the restaurant.

I felt full—in the best way possible—and there was a little sadness when I realized I had only ever felt like this at Grandma’s house.

She had been the best cook. She was a chef before she retired, and there was just something so terrible about not being able to remember the last time I ate her food.

We got to the bike, Micah grabbed the helmet hanging from the helmet lock, and he helped me put it on. I tilted my head back and looked up at him, taking in the intense focus of his silver eyes on me.

I didn’t react when he flashed them my way, though my heart did. I wondered if he could hear it when it sounded so loud in my ears.

He clasped the hook beneath my chin, his hand coming down and playing at the ends of my hair for a bit.

We didn’t say anything for a moment, and I wondered if I was really going soft on this psycho.

I blinked and turned away, breaking the spell.

He climbed on his bike and started it, and I put on the sunglasses he gave me that morning.

Like every time, he held out his hand and helped me on, pulling me close to him until my legs squeezed his sides and my arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

I leaned toward him and took in his scent as he drove the bike forward, and then we were off.

I closed my eyes and took in the feeling of being on the back of the bike. There was nothing like it, and I wondered if there would ever be a time when I could learn how to ride one myself.

I had my driver’s license.

And I could drive—not well.

I didn’t have nearly enough practice behind the wheel to be considered a confident driver, and I wondered how I would ever handle such a monstrous beast.

I shook away the silly thought—a daydream, more like.

My arms went up and down Micah's hard, flat stomach, feeling a slight tingly sensation on the inside of my thighs.

It was the first time I fully admitted to myself that I was attracted to Micah.

There was probably something wrong with my brain.

That fall down the stairs when I was thirteen may have damaged it in some way for me to be attracted to such a cold and dangerous man.

I knew better than to let my heart be involved.

It hadn’t been with Garrett, but mere days with Micah, and I could feel myself…softening.

Micah took a sharp turn, shaking me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes and took in the road, wondering why he was taking this way home.

It took me a moment to realize he had gone tense between us.

He took another sharp turn.

It felt like he was going around in circles.

I frowned and looked around, a bad feeling coming me.

I tightened my hold on him, and he patted my hand.

I didn’t feel reassured, especially not when another motorcycle showed up in my line of vision, carrying two people, one driving and the other…

Fuck!

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