[Tell them you’re here with Edward!] Oakie snarls, but I decide against it. They should keep talking.
Both of them are insecure about their relationship but they just don’t know it yet.
Just as I’m about to use the narrow pedestrian gate, a bike revs loudly, making me jolt as it pulls up right beside me.
“What the…” I turn and my jaw drops at the sight of all six-foot-three (or more) of Edward perched on it.
It’s a power bike or at least I think it is and it suits him so well. But the bigger question still echoes in my head. He rides bikes?
“Get in,” he says.
I point to my chest. “Me?”
“Who else, glasses?” he snaps.
“I… I’ve never been on a bike before,” I say, still stepping closer. “What if I fall off?”
“Your hands are there for a reason. Hold onto me.”
I blink, heat rushing to
