“Jeep or bike?” Alex asked as we stepped into the garage. His hands reaching up to the hooks of keys and waiting for my decision.
“Bike,” I smiled, craving any excuse to have my arms around him right now. Alex grinned, picking up the keys for the bike and following me towards it. His hand brushed across my waist as he came around the front, picking up and placing the helmet on my head. His hands fiddled with the strap to tighten it. Then he picked up his drawstring bag and slung it over my shoulders. Climbing on the bike in front of me, I immediately slid closer to him. Pressing my chest into his back, I felt him chuckle beneath me.
“I swear you only like the bike just so you can feel me up,” and he was definitely right about that one, my hands taking full advantage as they slid under h
