Page 46 of Tattered Souls
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Did I mention that Garrick can’t cook?
The day after everything had happened, I had woken up to hear him cursing up a storm and the smoke alarms blaring.
I had crept into the kitchen slowly and tried not to laugh.
But a few snickers escaped my lips.
How he heard them, I had no clue, but he had.
His head jerked in my direction, and he winced, “Shit. Alarms disturbed you. Sorry, Tink. Was trying to make you something to eat but... yeah.”
I smiled softly, “I’ll make...”
He growled, “No. You’re not standing on your feet for no longer than you have to. I’ll call for something. Go lie back down. Please.”
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The bruises were starting to fade, and it was getting easier to move around.
And it was exactly three days later when I walked up to Garrick and asked, “So, I have a favor.”
He lifted his chin, “Yeah?”
“Do you think I could ride with you on your bike?” I asked.
He winked, “Yeah. Only saying yes because you’re moving a whole lot better and your bruises are almost gone. Go get changed into jeans and a t-shirt.”
Once I did that, he winked and nodded at what I had on, and I noticed the leather jacket that was over his back.
He locked the door, then led me to the garage where his bike was.
He tagged the helmet and helped me put it on.
Then he winked and said, “We got one stop to make, then I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
At my nod, he climbed on, and then he said, “Put your foot on that peg there, and then swing your leg over.”
I did so, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
Once I was sitting behind him, he chuckled, then grabbed my thighs and pulled me flush behind him.
Then he took my hands and wrapped them around his waist.
At the contact, it was almost as if it had been choreographed.
We both inhaled a breath at the same exact time.
He started the bike up and I giggled.
Then he asked over the roar of the engine, “You ready?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
He chuckled.
Then he slowly pulled out of his garage and hit the road.
