A short while later, we pull into the driveway and I have the urge to run into the house and hide in my closet until graduation. That, however, is not an option. He gets off the bike after turning it off. I slide off the seat and once I'm standing, I turn to walk towards the house as inconspicuously as I can. "Oh no, you don't," he says as he reaches out and grabs my hand. He pulls me back so that I'm standing a few inches away from him and goes to work unbuckling the helmet. My face feels as hot as an oven as I stare up at him through the tinted visor. I'm still red-faced from my previous thoughts of how nice his back feels and how warm he is and staring up into his forest of lashes isn't helping.
I attempt to shift backwards to make things more difficult for him and to buy myself some
