39. Take my hand

She finally arrived home after a long and chaotic day, physically and mentally drained. She was tired. Tired and distraught, and she only needed a nice and long bath and a good nights' sleep.

She pulled in her own driveway, noticing that her parents' cars were still missing. Her gaze fleetingly darting to the sleek black motorcycle already parked in her neighbour's driveway.

She blew out a sigh. And after a few more moments of just sitting there, in her car she finally willed herself to move and get out. She then went to the trunk to retrieve her overnight bag. She took the bag and closed the trunk door, about to walk to her front door when a dark figure suddenly appeared right next to her car.

She let out a short and sharp yelp, placing a soothing hand over her chest.

Julian remained unfazed, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the side of her car as he watched her. Displaying the tiniest hint of a smile.

"For a person who's obviously trying to stay away from me you've surely gotten so awfully curious, Lydia," his head playfully tilted to the side. Intently watching her.

Her lips parted with surprise, entirely lost for words.

"What do you need to know?" He casually asked, straightening himself before taking a step closer. She gulped. Remaining exactly where she was though. Refusing to show any hint of uneasiness.

"What were you hoping to find out, Lydia?" He towered over her, those beautiful blue eyes though holding no malice within them. Appearing to be rather entertained as he peered down at her. Letting his gaze roam all over her face.

She only opened her mouth once, however no sound coming out. What could she say? That she'd been trying to dig up some dirt about him? And how did he find out so fast anyway? It had been only two hours since she'd left his father's precinct!

Slowly but surely, she could feel that heat blooming in her cheeks. She was so busted. And she couldn't help but feel so damn embarrassed about it. What could she even say now? There was no point in even trying to apologize! It would only make her look even more guilty!

Julian's lips curled up to form a knowing smirk as if hearing out her thoughts, his eyes peering between hers. Searching.

"Do you trust me, Lydia?" He softly asked. His non-bandaged hand timidly raising before he let the back of his fingers glide into a gentle caress over the side of her cheek. Leaving a warm and tingling trail in their wake.

She couldn't help but nod.

He smiled in return.

"Then come with me,"

Her brows immediately furrowed with confusion, watching as he took the bag from her hand and threw it back in her car.

He then took a gentle hold of her hand, coaxing her to walk with him to that black monster of a ride that was sitting parked in his driveway. She swallowed, heart pumping just a tad bit faster.

"Where are we going?"

"For a ride," he cryptically answered, right before he took a spare helmet from a hidden space underneath the motorcycle's seating area. And with a pleased grin he carefully placed it on her head. He put another one on himself, the girl abruptly noticing how sexy it actually made him look. Dressed in all black. Wearing a silken shirt with its first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. Giving her a teasing glimpse at his muscles. His tattoos. Those veiny and heavily tattooed arms. He added a pair of fingerless gloves before turning to face her.

She wanted to die right then and there.

He pulled his visor up, looking back at her. Thank god that he couldn't see her face right now, otherwise he would've seen that furious blush coloring her cheeks.

"You better hold on tight, sweetheart. I really don't want to lose you,"

She timidly nodded in reply. Heart beating faster as she watched him hop on so effortlessly. She really was kinda nervous right now. She'd never ridden a bike before. But she wanted to try. It seemed pretty intense and liberating, even.

She carefully hopped on behind him with a little bit of help, making herself sure that her panties weren't showing. Her dress had ridden up a little bit more due to that position, showing off her bare legs.

Julian's gloved hand landed on her thigh, giving it a mild squeeze. She couldn't stop that tiny shiver that coursed through her in reply.

Slowly and rather timidly, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Feeling those muscles tense a little underneath her palms. It sent an impulse straight to her core. She forced herself to ignore it. She startled a little as he turned on the engine, the monster ride now purring beneath her. Emitting sweet vibrations that caressed her bare thighs. Her butt. Her pussy. She unconsciously wrapped her arms tighter around him. And after slowly reversing they were finally off, darting down the street.

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He easily glided between cars and down winding roads, going with a relatively acceptable speed. Not too fast to give a fright but not too slow either, just enough to make her feel the wind caressing her skin. That fluttering sensation at the bottom of her stomach. Her core.

They rode for a while, passing through various parts of the town. The girl simply letting herself enjoy those few sweet moments with him. That liberating sensation. The sensual caress of his hand on her thigh whenever they stopped at a red light. The warmth of his body against hers.

It made her feel so...happy. And relaxed. So safe and carefree.

She didn't want it to end. The feeling. That moment. She wanted to stay there forever with him. Forever holding him in her arms. Breathing in his masculine scent.

They eventually pulled into a reserved parking space, right in front of a large retro-styled building. It looked like an old shop, with large windows and wooden panels, all painted in black.

*Deadly Sins*

*Tattoo Parlour* - it read in beautiful cursive letters on the tinted glass of the door.

The girl shifted her gaze between Julian and the building as they stood next to the bike, a small and curious frown marring her features.

Wait. Was this the place where he worked? Why did he bring her here?

She wondered, watching as he took his helmet off before proceeding to take hers too. He placed hers in the small boot space, choosing to hold onto his.

"Are you okay?"

She quickly nodded, earning herself a cute smile. Before he took a hold of her hand and coaxed her to walk next to him, together entering the tattoo parlour.