RIDE YOU DOWN

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16

RAVEN

I got on my bike, adjusting my helmet, my back turned to the entrance of the house but I could hear his footsteps surging towards me.

Don’t turn.

Do not f*****g turn around, Raven. I chanted to myself, despite the morning sun slowly rising but directly on my face, I held myself, refusing to look at him.

Then suddenly, someone yanked my helmet from my hand and his broad f*****g shoulder and height blocked the sun that shone directly on my face. I flickered, watching as the sun spread behind him like a halo. He leaned on my bike, his soft masculine scent engulfed me, filling the little space between us. He tilted his head so our eyes would lock and it did. His beautiful ….His eyes looked at me, soft, glinting with something I don’t know.

Why is he doing this?

Why is he so nice?

Why is he ….so…different?

I wanted to look away but I held the gaze as though I had been hypnotize. I just couldn’t look away. Instead, my gaze traced every part of him. His full lashes that complimented his round doe eyes, his sharp nose, and his heart shaped kissable lips. How did he have such a structured seductive face. Just a gaze from him to another girl and she would be weak in her knees.

Not that I am…weak in my knees by staring at him…I am just simply giving an instance.

I should talk. I should say something and push him away and …

“Do you have plans tonight?” His deep subtle voice cut my train of thought.

My eyes flickered as I returned to my reality…..My reality, incase you forgot…I hate men and this tall mongrel in front of me is a man. Forget every thing we just said. He might be hot but we are not falling for it. I am not falling for it……right?

Ugh….Whatever.

I snatched my helmet from him but at least I tried to but his grip was so tight that I ended up, falling forward, my hands on his firm as chest.

Holy f*****g mary.

He is so firm. The thickness of his chest is surreal, I have never felt anything like it. Does he go to the gym? But I have never seen him at the town gym, so how on earth is he maintaining this built?

I felt the heat rush through my cheek, I could feel my fingers moving on their own, checking him out. My gaze did not part from his chest and I didn’t stop bobbing my throat like a horny b***h.

Oh, get a hold of yourself, Raven…It’s just his chest….it’s nothing special.

I kept saying that to myself but my hands didn’t move an inch and neither did I look away or pull away.

“You know, Birdie, if you like my chest, so much, I don’t mind showing it to you.” A whisper, low, rumble that I could feel with my hands still on his chest. Heat rushed through my cheeks, and I think my thigh is sweating, the morning sun is so hot.

I cleared my throat and pulled away, “I have plans tonight.” I feign ignorance. My frown back on my face as I glared at him.

Do I have plans tonight? No.

“Oh, so you won’t be home in time for dinner?’ He asked, casually.

My brows arched, deeper than it already was. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

This man was still leaning on my bike, looking down on me when he said, “I was going to cook and we could eat together since my food is edible enough for you to not smash my plate.”

First, his voice should be banned. He can’t have that face and that voice, that is just all shade of illegal and unfairness.

Second, did he just say, we should eat together?

The way the words rolled off his tongue, so casual, so normal like eating together is something we have to always do.

“Why would I eat dinner with you?” I snarled.

“Because something tells me you rarely eat good food and I want to cook for you…again.” He said, once again, casually, as if he knows me, as if it’s normal…as if this conversation is normal.

It’s not.

“Need I remind you that you are just my neigbor? And tenant?” I frowned, stretching my hands to take my helmet.

Silence.

He looked at me for a while, his back still against the sun. His eyes searched mine as if the response he was looking for were written in my eyes.

“Who says a tenant can’t cook for his landlord especially when she is a ….when she rarely eats good food?”

Huh?

When she is a what?

When I am a what?

Why did he change what he was going to say first?

“Do you think there is another reason behind me offering to cook for you?” His voice yanked me out of my thoughts again, this time, teasing. The wiggling of his brows instantly yanked me back to my senses.

“You wish.”

He giggled as if he won whatever game this was.

“So, what do you want to eat? Is there anything you would like me to cook, Birdie?” He asked, soft,calm.

I paused, looking at him.

Is this the real him?

“Birdie?”

I slammed my eyes shut, shaking those thoughts away.

Oh, right, he asked what I wanted to eat.

What do I want to eat?

Pasta?

Rice?

Oh, it’s been a while since I had rice.

No wait, what about mashed potatoes and steak?

Uhm, seafood rice would be nice too.

What should I ask for?

“Should I make you rice?” He asked.

I nodded.

“Do you have any allergy?”

I shook my head.

“Alright, then, Rave, I’ll see you tonight.” He placed the helmet over my head and buckled it. “Drive safe.”

He stepped away and I sat on my bike, speechless, stunned.

Dumbfounded, I kicked start my bike and zoomed off.

Oh, my cheeks are hot.