Gabe
I stand at the corner of Smith Street and Bough Avenue. Jason said he had to show me something and to stand right here. The sun is making its descent, and that orange glow I’ve started to associate with Jason washes over the broken-up street of the Patch.
The deep rumble of a motorcycle catches my attention, and I look up to see—
Holy shit.
Jason rides down the street on a candy-red Harley bobber; its sweeping chrome pipes catch the sunlight, making Jason sparkle. Even though his helmet visor blocks his face, I have absolutely no doubt that he’s smirking.
He pulls up to the sidewalk where I stand and pulls off his helmet. “Going my way, babe?” he asks in a ridiculously deep voice.
“What the hell?” I bellow. “When did you get this?” I ask.
“Fuckin’ twenty minutes ago!”
“SHUT UP!”
He cackles with delight, then asks, “Do I look sick, or what?”
Now that his helmet is off, I can really take him in and—
I don’t know if I have the words to describe how gorgeous he looks right now.
His face is unguarded—there’s nothing but glee there.
He’s always had swagger, but it was a front—a shield.
Now, he has a confidence that makes him look criminally sexy.
“You look incredible,” I say with all the seriousness in the world.
Jason’s face shifts, and his eyes twinkle as he shoots me a knowing grin. “Hop on,” he says. “We’re going for a ride.”
My jaw drops. This is like something out of a movie. “I don’t have a helmet,” I say.
“Oh no?” he opens the leather saddlebag to reveal a helmet. “This one’s for you.”
He tosses it to me, and I almost drop it because of how touched I am. “You got this for me?” I ask.
“Of course,” he replies.
I pull the helmet over my head and hop on, wrapping my arms around him. “How do you know how to drive this thing?” I ask.
Jason shrugs. “Not that hard.”
“Really? I’ve heard it is.” I work at an auto repair shop, so I know how freaking hard it is to drive something like this.
Jason lifts his visor and says, “Haven’t you learned by now that when I want something, I get it? I always figure out a way.”
“I hate how hot your cocky bullshit is,” I say loud enough that he can hear me with my visor down.
He releases a hearty laugh. “I’m glad you like it, because I’m always gonna be a cocky bullshitter.
” He leans closer and says, “I actually bought this hours ago, but I’ve been practicing in an abandoned parking lot.
I was scared as fuck when I first hopped on this thing, but I made myself figure it out so I could impress you. ”
I playfully hit his shoulder. “I knew it.”
“Hold on,” is all he says before we take off, flying down the road.
Then it dawns on me that I always feel like I’m flying when I’m with Jason.