“You promise you won’t let me fall off that thing?”
“I promise.” He brushes my lower lip with his thumb. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
I stare at the door he just went through, wondering why his closeness impacts me so much. Saying that Sergei is good-looking would be an understatement. But still, he’s keeping me a prisoner in his home. I shouldn’t be attracted to him. Just the opposite. Shaking my head, I rush upstairs to the bedroom to grab a pair of socks and sneakers, my hoodie from the recliner and head back downstairs.
I regard the huge red bike parked on the driveway in front of me and wrap my arms around myself. Nope. Not happening. I don’t even like bicycles. The idea of a vehicle that runs on only two wheels has never sat well with me.
Sergei approaches the bike, throws one le
