Chapter 29
Blake has been giving me the silent treatment the entire ride home. He wasn’t exactly my number one fan right now. Not after hearing that I didn’t want to press charges against the boy I now know as Peter William.
I sighed and rest my head that was protected by the helmet on his back. I feel him visibly stiffen before he relaxes. My hands were securely around his waist, loving the prominent shape of abs through his thin shirt.
The sight of my house is now visible and I sigh. I didn’t want to be alone right now in fact I wanted to stay like this forever. Though it’s impossible I wish for it. Blake parks the motorcycle beside the walkway.
It belonged to his mom and she gifted it to him when he showed interest in what others considered a death trap. He holds it dear to his heart. In his words ‘it was his baby’.
I remove the helmet, shaking my hair out. It wouldn’t matter it still was as ruffled as before. Blake removes his helmet and then helps me down.
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