the person sharing the moment with her.
"Everything looks different when you're not trapped behind a windshield," he smiled like a quiet philosopher. "So what do you think of riding?"
"I love it," she said with genuine honesty and a warm, excited smile. "This is amazing."
"Good." He seemed relieved and happy she liked being out with him on his bike.
"I'm really glad I got a chance to ride. Thanks," she said to make sure he understood how much she appreciated the time together so far.
"You're welcome," he grinned again with his boyish smile. He turned as far around as he could and asked, "Where am I taking you to dinner? Sorry it's so late. I got carried away on our little trip."
Jenna paused and then laughed awkwardly before she could answer. The look on his face when she laughed made her laugh a bit more. He studied her with inquisitive eyes, trying to figure out what was so funny about his dinner invitation. She giggled again and appeared embarrassed.
"What?" he asked, perplexed by her amusement.
"Well, I was thinking about that cool retro drive-in downtown, The Varsity, …but I don't think you can hang a food tray on a motorcycle."
Luke chuckled warmly. "Probably not. Besides, I'd rather not do fast food, even if it's something as good as muggets."
Jenna giggled at his easy sense of humor. "Then I have no idea. It took me forever to come up with that idea."
He seemed perplexed again. "It did?"
Jenna's shyness kicked into high gear all of the sudden. She didn't mean to confess how much she obsessed over their date, or how unsure she was about herself sometimes. Being confident on their ride was easy, but not for the two days leading up to the date, and suddenly not now, either.
"Um…" was the brilliant response she came up with.
He looked at her with a gentle smile. "Don't be shy. Just tell me where you want to go. Don't over-think it."
The warmth in his eyes melted her all over again, and allowed some of his strength and confidence to soak back into her mind. "Honestly, Luke, it makes no difference. I'd like it better if you picked. Please don't do anything too expensive, though. I'd be uncomfortable with that."
He seemed confused. "Why?"
Jenna shrugged. "Because you don't have to spend a lot of money," she said. Then, in the boldest move she ever made on a first date, she added in a shy voice, "I like being out with you either way."
His expression shifted so slightly, and then he smiled a calm, sweet smile. Luke Baylor looked her right in the eyes, then leaned in for one gentle kiss on her cheek. Jenna smiled at him as the butterflies did excited flip-flops in her belly. He told her to get the helmet on, then sped them to the city. She held on tight again and thought over and over about that amazing, simple kiss. His lips were warm and the sensation nearly knocked her over, but the inspiration for the kiss sent her into an all-consuming state of wow-ness. He kissed her because he appreciated what she said. This whole night was off-the-charts amazing, and they hadn't even gotten to dinner yet.
After their beautiful, quiet moment on the side of the road, Luke wanted her more than ever. His need vibrated through his arms as he drove them toward Atlanta again. To allow himself a moment with his lips on her soft skin, and then keep himself from diving in…that was torture. She was amazing. Her body on his, her appreciation of the mini road-trip, and her shy confession that dinner made no difference. The beautiful angel was there for him only.
How was he supposed to hold himself back? The answer was easy even if the restraint wasn't: Jenna was not a take-her-home-and-fuck-her-on-the-first-date kind of girl. Of course, that's why her shy beauty was so rare. Most of him loved her sweet nature. One guess which part didn't.
None of that made a difference, because this night would only go one way: he'd have a nice dinner with her, then after their sweet, no-sex evening, he'd have to go
"Everything looks different when you're not trapped behind a windshield," he smiled like a quiet philosopher. "So what do you think of riding?"
"I love it," she said with genuine honesty and a warm, excited smile. "This is amazing."
"Good." He seemed relieved and happy she liked being out with him on his bike.
"I'm really glad I got a chance to ride. Thanks," she said to make sure he understood how much she appreciated the time together so far.
"You're welcome," he grinned again with his boyish smile. He turned as far around as he could and asked, "Where am I taking you to dinner? Sorry it's so late. I got carried away on our little trip."
Jenna paused and then laughed awkwardly before she could answer. The look on his face when she laughed made her laugh a bit more. He studied her with inquisitive eyes, trying to figure out what was so funny about his dinner invitation. She giggled again and appeared embarrassed.
"What?" he asked, perplexed by her amusement.
"Well, I was thinking about that cool retro drive-in downtown, The Varsity, …but I don't think you can hang a food tray on a motorcycle."
Luke chuckled warmly. "Probably not. Besides, I'd rather not do fast food, even if it's something as good as muggets."
Jenna giggled at his easy sense of humor. "Then I have no idea. It took me forever to come up with that idea."
He seemed perplexed again. "It did?"
Jenna's shyness kicked into high gear all of the sudden. She didn't mean to confess how much she obsessed over their date, or how unsure she was about herself sometimes. Being confident on their ride was easy, but not for the two days leading up to the date, and suddenly not now, either.
"Um…" was the brilliant response she came up with.
He looked at her with a gentle smile. "Don't be shy. Just tell me where you want to go. Don't over-think it."
The warmth in his eyes melted her all over again, and allowed some of his strength and confidence to soak back into her mind. "Honestly, Luke, it makes no difference. I'd like it better if you picked. Please don't do anything too expensive, though. I'd be uncomfortable with that."
He seemed confused. "Why?"
Jenna shrugged. "Because you don't have to spend a lot of money," she said. Then, in the boldest move she ever made on a first date, she added in a shy voice, "I like being out with you either way."
His expression shifted so slightly, and then he smiled a calm, sweet smile. Luke Baylor looked her right in the eyes, then leaned in for one gentle kiss on her cheek. Jenna smiled at him as the butterflies did excited flip-flops in her belly. He told her to get the helmet on, then sped them to the city. She held on tight again and thought over and over about that amazing, simple kiss. His lips were warm and the sensation nearly knocked her over, but the inspiration for the kiss sent her into an all-consuming state of wow-ness. He kissed her because he appreciated what she said. This whole night was off-the-charts amazing, and they hadn't even gotten to dinner yet.
After their beautiful, quiet moment on the side of the road, Luke wanted her more than ever. His need vibrated through his arms as he drove them toward Atlanta again. To allow himself a moment with his lips on her soft skin, and then keep himself from diving in…that was torture. She was amazing. Her body on his, her appreciation of the mini road-trip, and her shy confession that dinner made no difference. The beautiful angel was there for him only.
How was he supposed to hold himself back? The answer was easy even if the restraint wasn't: Jenna was not a take-her-home-and-fuck-her-on-the-first-date kind of girl. Of course, that's why her shy beauty was so rare. Most of him loved her sweet nature. One guess which part didn't.
None of that made a difference, because this night would only go one way: he'd have a nice dinner with her, then after their sweet, no-sex evening, he'd have to go
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