Ben’s POV
The whole ride here has been f*****g torture. Granted, I’ve been hanging by a thread since the minute I set eyes on her sleeping this morning, but having her arms wrapped around me tightly and feeling her body pressed into mine… it’s hard.
In f*****g more ways than one…
I cut the engine, allowing her to jump off of the bike first to take off her helmet. I take a second to pull myself together, fiddling with the gears before I step off myself.
Avoid all eye contact… that’s what I should do. I only want to rip her clothes off when I look at her. Or smell her… or stand close to her.
Fuck!
“I can’t believe you live in this building. I pass it everyday and wonder who actually lives in a place like this.” she laughs gently.
I clear my throat awkwardly, pulling off my helm
