Jessica
I DIDN’T KNOW where we were going and the truth was, I didn’t care. I had my arms around Jordan Steele and my heart was racing in my chest. He’d come back for me and I was feeling breathless.
I knew right away that I still loved him.
We drove for about forty minutes and then finally stopped at a secluded picnic area, by Center Lake.
“Get off,” he said briskly, shutting down the engine.
I took off the helmet. “Really? Get off? That’s how you’re going to ask?”
He shrugged. “Fine. Stay on, then.”
“Do you ever get tired of giving orders?” I snapped, uncurling myself from him and the bike. “I mean would it hurt you to even say ‘please’?”
He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “At least you listened this time. Jesus, it’s hot.” It was eighty degrees and
