Page 65 of Sweetheart

"Yeah, there's a supply closet around back that's hardly ever used."

My heart stuttered at the thought of being alone with Sam in such close proximity, but I didn't let my nerves show.

"Or we could always trymy car." Sam shot me a grin. "Some girls have a thing for muscle cars."

"Not me," I said. Although if I was being honest, the idea of making out with Sam in his Mustangor anywhere really, was quite appealing. Not that I was dumb enough to tell him that. Instead, I added, "I like motorcycles."

He grunted.

"Or I think I do. I have to ride one to find out for sure."

"I saw that on your list," Sam said. "Tell me, Kent, is it the high fatality rate or the bugspossibly hitting your face that turns you on?

I winced. "I definitely don't like bugs, and I plan on wearing a helmet as well as going the speed limit. Also, don't hate, Bishop. Just because I want to try something you don't approve of doesn't make it any less valid."

"Doesn't make it any safer either," he muttered.

"I'll be careful."

"Promise?"

I laughed at that, but his face was totally serious. "Yeah, okay. Jeez, I promise."

"Good," he said, wiping his forehead on a cloth. "You had me worried there for a second.Motorcycles are dangerous. You know, I had a friend who—"

I was too distracted to do much more than nod.His words became muddled background noise as I continued to take him in.Sam wasn't wearing anything unusual. It was just a white t-shirt with darkwash jeans.The shirt had a few oil stains on it.But man, he made them look good.

"What would I do if anything happened to you?" he finished.

"Huh?" I said.

Sam caught my gaze, and his lips tugged up in a grin. "You're staring,Starlet."

Was I?

Absolutely.

Would I admit it?

No way.

"You have a stain"—I gestured to my own chest—"justthere.I was wondering if you're going to wear that or change…that is if we ever actually start the lesson."

"You sound pretty eager," he said.

"Whatever," I scoffed and turned to leave.

"Sorry." Sam placed a hand on my arm, and asa jolt of electricityshot through my veins, I struggled not to react. "It's just so fun teasing you."

"Fun for you," I replied.

"Come on, Kent. You liketeasingme too. It's one of the reasons we get along so well."

As his hand traveled down to meet mine and squeezed, I mumbled, "So, there are multiple reasons?Who knew?"

Sam laughed softly, giving my hand a slight tug as he stepped forward. His fingers entangled with mine like it was the most natural thing in the world."While we're here, I thought we could check off another item on your list."

I stared from our joined hands back to his eyes. "But we already completed this week's itinerary."

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