Chapter Fifteen
The sun is descending, and I smile to myself when Dean turns the handlebars of his motorcycle down Lake Shore Drive.
My arms are securely wrapped around his waist, my cheek on his back. I can’t help but wish I didn’t have to wear this helmet so that I could feel the heat of his skin on my face. His muscles flex under my hands as he maneuvers the bike past cars. The breeze off the lake makes me happy that I chose to put my sweatshirt on before we left.
The ride ends way too quickly for my liking when he slows the bike, parking it along the curb, Lake Michigan on our left and Grant Park on our right.
He puts down the kickstand, gets up and holds out his hand for me.
After securing our helmets in the side pockets, his fingers wind with mine as we walk along the sidewalk.
