Chapter 195: Chapter 195
Tor POV
Speaking of chicks, it's been almost a week since I saw Kyra at the bonfire, and my emotions are still all over the place from that night. The way her eyes were glued to me, glowing with a mix of love and lust as I played the guitar did way more than just turn me on like mad. It made me itch to start playing again. Every night since then I've dragged my guitar out of the closet and sat in my back yard brushing up on my old favorite songs and toying around with some new ones.
I miss my dreams.
I can still feel her lips on mine, in that daring moment when she kissed me all on her own and almost made me tear her clothes off in Aiden's laundry room while he was probably twenty feet away eating her birthday cake.
I feel sick.
I feel tortured.
I feel unhinged with want for her.
I feel a deep ache in my heart that only she can soothe.
I feel like I'm stabbing a dagger straight through my best friend’s back.
The scales are tipping, though, and it's scaring the shit out of me.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and type out a quick text, my stomach immediately knotting up.
Me: I'm taking tomorrow off and going for a ride.
Kyra: Um ok? Thanks for the update? Shall I expect further notice?
I laugh at the screen, loving her little snarky attitude.
Me: Be outside at 8am. Jeans, boots, and your helmet.
Kyra: I'm going too?! :-)
Me: If you want to...
Kyra: Of course I do!
Me: Good.
Kyra: Woot! I haven't been on your bike in years!
Me: Because that seat on my bike has been reserved.
Kyra: For who?
Me: The woman of my dreams ;)
Kyra: Eep
Me: Wtf is that?
Kyra: It’s like wow.
Me: Speak English. I'm old, remElara?
Kyra: You are not. You're so cute.
Me: Please don't call me cute.
Kyra: But you are!
Me: I'll see you in the morning, Angel.
Kyra: I can't wait! <3
No one's ever sent me a heart in a text message before. I touch it lightly with my finger, the knot in my stomach fraying and unraveling with threads of hope. Her love and excitement is contagious, and I honestly don't want a cure. I want to die of this sickness, if I can. Nothing and no one has ever made me feel as happy and content as she does. Not even playing or riding has been able to reach far enough into me to pull me out of the bitter state of mind that I've been dwelling in for years.
But she has. Without even trying.
And the moment I try to relax into this new feeling of contentment, the ugly monster of the situation rears its head again, sinks its claws into my heart, trying to tear it away from her, laughing at me for being naive enough to think spending a day with her would be okay.
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She comes out of the house when she hears my bike pull into the driveway looking all sorts of cute and sexy in jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt with a big yellow smiley face on the front, her hair in a long braid with a little skull clip at the end. And those damn black leather boots that for some crazy reason always seem to turn me on. I'm starting to think maybe I have a foot or shoe fetish I never realized before. I quickly shove the thought to the back of my mind to be dealt with later.
I want today to just be a day for us to spend time together alone, to see how it feels to just spend a day with her with no labels on us. I don't want to think about our past or the future or Ash or anything else except just us.
She approaches me with a big smile and kisses my cheek.
"You're on time. I'm impressed," she says, pulling her helmet over her head. I don't wear a helmet but there's no way I'm letting her go without one.
"Hop on."
I nod to the small seat behind me and she grabs onto my shoulder as she climbs on and sets her feet on the pegs.
"A few rules," I say, turning toward her. "I don't want you falling off so keep your hands on me."
"That won't be a problem," she replies with a playful tone, wrapping her arms around my waist.
I stifle a laugh.
"Behave yourself. Being on the bike is serious. This isn't a big two wheeled vibrator. Pay attention and move your body with mine, okay?"
Her arms tighten around my waist.
"Seriously Tor, you just said vibrator and told me to move my body with yours while I've got my legs and arms wrapped all up around your amazing body. I'll do my best to behave given all those circumstances."
I lean back against her and lay my hand on hers clasped over my stomach. Having her so close, with her perfume enveloping me and feeling the warmth of her thighs pressed against my legs, is making my blood rush through my veins like liquid fire. I thought a ride in the mountains would be safe territory but now it’s turned into a subtle act of foreplay.
Am I complaining? Hell, no.
"Well, when you put it like that, Angel, enjoy the ride," I tease back, starting up the bike before she can throw more fuel onto the flames. I'm not used to riding with a woman or feeling anything but the rush of air in my face. It figures she would be the first to turn this all around for me.
And again, I'm not complaining one bit.
I've ridden these roads for almost my entire life. First, on the back of my old man's bike when I was a little kid, and then on my own when I was old enough to ride alone. Today I take it slower than I normally do, and Kyra keeps her arms around me, loosening up her embrace just a little as she starts to feel more comfortable. I'm not sure when the last time she was on the back of Aiden's bike, but I'm guessing it’s probably been over two years.