Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
It was also the one time the MC kind of stayed at home. The leather cuts were sometimes worn, but for the most part, they mingled with the town and just had fun. The fair was kind of like the only place they couldn’t bring a fight.
Alfie had asked for her to wait for him to enter as he wanted to take her on the back of his bike.
He’d gotten it last month, and since then, he’d been promising to take her for a ride, and tonight it would seem would be her night.
Most kids got a car; Alfie got a bike.
He’d told her he’d been promised the bike months ago, and Eagle had been waiting for the guy to finish it up, and Chloe could see why. It was a damn sexy machine, and the way Alfie stroked it as he showed the bike off, well, she’d been a little, tiny bit jealous.
Not anymore as he said he needed to break his bike in to make sure it was safe to take his most precious cargo, which would be her.
How could a girl not swoon over that?
She had, and now she was waiting.
She’d even worn jeans for the occasion.
The rumble of the bike made her smile, and she walked outside, being careful to close and lock the door behind her.
Alfie was at the curb. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, and he turned off the bike and winked at her.
“Hello there, little lady, I hear you’re waiting for a ride?”
“That I am, sir. I’m a damsel in distress, and my boyfriend totally forgot about me.” She played along.
“Well, if I was your boyfriend, you’d never be forgotten.”
“Oh, promises.”
“Jump on, hot stuff,” he said.
She climbed on the back of the bike.
“Wait, you get to wear the helmet,” he said.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Nope. Dad’s rules. Take it up with him. When we’re a little older I’ll take you for a ride without a helmet, but until then, you’ve got to wear the helmet.”
“I hate this. A lot.” She put the helmet on. “Does it look okay?”
“You look sexy as fuck, and I just knew you would. Climb on, sexy lady.”
She laughed, but did as he asked. She didn’t have a clue where to put her hands.
“They, sexy, need to go around me.” He pulled her hands around his waist, and she rolled her eyes.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Yes, exactly like that. Now hold on tight.”
He started the bike, and she let out a little cry.
“Don’t you worry about a thing.”
He pulled away from the curb, and she burst out laughing as he started to ride. He couldn’t have been going faster than ten.
“You know, a baby could out-crawl us at this rate,” she said.
“I’m not having anything bad happen to you.”
Whenever he said sweet words like that, it always made her ache everywhere. He was always so sweet, attentive, affectionate, and he always surprised her, which she truly didn’t think was possible, but when it came to Alfie, he did, at everything.
Finally, he started to ride properly.
“We’ll make it before the fair packs up and moves onto the next town.”
“I know, but here I was thinking you’d like to spend the time at home, alone, you know, having sex.”
She held him a little tighter. “Another time.” She wanted to kiss him, but the helmet was in the way.
They were no longer the talk of the entire school when he’d kiss her, and he walked her to every single class, even when it was far out of his way. Of course, there were also a few classes where the teachers had to tell him to let her go so she could sit in her own seat. No matter how many times she argued with Alfie to let her go, he’d always keep on holding her. It was always the teachers’ job to spoil his fun, and he made it known to the teachers they were doing exactly that.
He didn’t like to be told what to do, by anyone.
She couldn’t believe how far they’d come. From two enemies, to a couple. He’d even presented her with a rose on Valentine’s Day, the day of romance, and the school had been humming with that little detail in their relationship.
There were still moments, she felt she had to pinch herself as they didn’t feel real, but they were.
Her feelings for Alfie over the past couple of months had grown to a fever pitch. She’d been tempted multiple times to cancel her place at the culinary school to give someone else the chance to take her spot. Each time, he’d tell her not to, that he’d find some way to make it work with her.
She’d always have her doubts, but then he’d start talking about riding around the city, going out to dinner, and showing her he could make it work.