Page 21 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
I turned back.
The smile he gave me was pure sin and filthy promises. It made my heart race and my pulse thunder. The slight lift at one corner of his mouth held secrets I’d willingly sell my soul to learn.
“My name’s Jake.”
Every thought in my head scattered. After weeks of “Savage” and “Hot Biker Neighbour”, hearing his actual name felt like being granted access to a part of him few were privileged to know.
His smile widened, clearly enjoying my malfunction. “You gonna tell me yours? The ‘Your Neighbour’ that you put in my phone isn’t gonna cut it anymore.”
“Eden,” I managed, pretty much failing to recall how to do anything while he was looking at me like that. “I’m Eden.”
“Eden,” he repeated, and God help me, the way he wrapped his voice around those syllables made my skin tingle. It was smooth and rough in the most delicious way. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
His bike roared into the night while I stood there wondering if I’d actually be able to get my legs to work again.
Current status: Lying in bed, definitely not squealing into my pillow about having an actual date with Jake (JAKE!) who apparently notices my coding hair and makes spreadsheets sound sexy.
UPDATE (2:01 a.m.): Just heard multiple bikes pull up. Definitely not running to my window to check.
UPDATE (2:03 a.m.): Okay, I’m checking. You knew I would. But only because I heard voices and— Oh. He’s not alone.
There’s a woman with him. The kind of woman that makes you question every life choice that led to your current workout routine. Tall, blonde, curves that probably make Instagram algorithms crash.
But it’s not just her looks; it’s how close she is to him. The way she’s touching his arm like she has every right to. The way he’s not stopping her.
Me
MEGAN
Me
DEFCON 1
Me
I HOPE YOU’RE STILL SUFFERING FROM INSOMNIA
Me
BLONDE AMAZON IN CAR PARK
Me
WITH JAKE (AKA SAVAGE)
Me
AT 2 A.M.
Megan
Don’t spiral.
Me
TOO LATE ALREADY SPIRALLING
Megan
