Chapter Two
I heard the sound of the bike roaring up to the library. It was becoming familiar, the noise not annoying me anymore. It was five o’clock, so I dashed outside quickly, locked the door, and with a few brisk steps, I was on the sidewalk next to him.
“Get on,” he said, with a gleeful grin.
“Now? On your bike?” I questioned him.
“Yeah, get on.”
I was scared to death. “But this skirt,” I protested.
“Be daring, I’m not going to care.”
“I’m scared,” I told him sincerely.
“Then it’s time to get over it,” he announced. He stepped off the bike and helped to hoist me over the seat. Drawing up my skirt, he tucked it well out of the way, and then got on himself.
“We’ll get you some leather pants, Jess,” he said in the middle of gunning the engine.
I held on to him so tight, I th
