Truth Forever 8

Cali

“I don’t know how to…” I trailed off as I stared at the bike in front of the bar. It was one of several parked there. All large with shiny chrome. They were looked after. Very well looked after. They looked more well cared for then anything else on this street.

Truth turned. His eyebrows raised. “You don’t know how to ride?” The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “But your shirt…” the innuendo was evident in his teasing tone. I blushed. “I was hoping you were a pro…”

My eyes narrowed.

“Shit, I didn’t mean for it to come out sounding like that.” Truth back-peddled quickly. Reaching for me, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I was just teasing.”

“I know.”

“Good and to answer your question. You just get on and hold on tight.” Strong fingers tilted my chin upwards so he could catch my eye. “I mean real tight, Cali, you press your body to my back and hold on like your life depends on it. Which it kind of does.”

“You have been drinking….” it sat wrong to me that he wanted to