Motorcycle Babe

Space behind the Bleachers pt.2

Raven

When she did it—when she closed the distance and kissed me first—I almost lost my grip entirely.

For a split second, I let myself imagine what it would be like to stop thinking and just feel. To stop remembering. To touch her the way my body already knew how to.

My mind was screaming, Just do it. Touch her. Be with her now.

I forced myself to breathe.

The frustration burned under my skin as I sat down in front of her instead, close enough to feel her warmth, close enough that walking away would’ve hurt worse than staying. I froze there, hands tight in my lap.

Not yet.

Her hazel eyes locked on mine, full of silent desperation. They said, Touch me.

I placed my hands on her thighs, feeling the heat through the fabric. My heart was racing. Slowly, I cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek—but didn’t kiss her. I just stared. We were both holding back something real.

My hands drifted down to her chest, feeling the wild beat of her heart beneath my fingers. Just as I was about to pull away, she closed the distance and kissed me. Hard.

God—she tasted exactly the same. Like a memory… only better.

I squeezed her breasts gently, like I always did when we kissed, and a low moan escaped her lips. It hit me right in the chest. Our tongues tangled, fighting for control, and everything inside me burned.

I wanted her so badly it hurt. But I couldn’t go all the way. Not here. Not yet.

We broke apart, gasping for air. I kissed her jaw, trailing down to her neck. Then I took the hand she’d been touching herself with and brought her fingers to my lips. I licked them slowly, tasting her, watching her bite her lip. She moaned again, and I could feel how much she wanted this—wanted me.

I couldn’t give her everything, though. Too many reasons I couldn’t say, things she didn’t know.

I pulled her fingers from my mouth and kissed her cheek softly.

“Sorry,” I said low. “I can’t.”

She looked up at me, confused and hurt.

“Why not?” she asked, voice trembling.

I wanted to tell her. I really did. But I couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

So I just shook my head and stood up, still burning from desire.

“But why?” she pressed as I backed away.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

There was too much tangled up between us.

I didn’t want to think about it anymore. So I grabbed my bag and headed for my bike.

Going home wasn’t an option—Mom would be there, asking questions I didn’t want to answer.

I needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one knew.

I started up my bike and took off toward my secret spot—my hideaway.

The wind cut across my face, but it couldn’t clear my head.

Memories of her kept flashing in my mind.

Things she didn’t remember. Things I wished she never had to.

Maybe some things are better left in the past.

Then it hit me—s**t.

I was supposed to meet Arielle today.

I never got her number. Typical.

Guess I’ll just show up and hope I don’t run into Gabby.

But… part of me hopes I do.

Not because I want trouble.

Not because I want to fight.

Because I still care.

Because I still want to protect her.

Because, even after everything, I still love her.