My hair blows in the breeze, and my body feels alive as I huddle against him, breathing in the smell of his leather jacket and his sandalwood cologne as we make our way out of town.
I’ve never been on a motorbike before, nor do I think I should be on one right now, but I need to come up with a plan, and soon. Yet as we head farther into the darkness, my mind becomes less and less foggy. All that matters right now is the man who holds my life in his hands.
The steady beat of his heart thumps beneath one of my palms while the other clings to his belt.
“Hold on tighter, Hal.” Rocco darts around a truck and causes nervousness and exhilaration to flow through me. He takes me to new heights and holds me there with him. He allows me to soar while always protecting me. And this feeling I get when I’m with him, I never want it to end. But how can it possibly continue?
How can I be in love with someone so young?
How can I have fallen for someone who lied to me so easily?
My student.
My son’s best friend.
“You’re fucking mine, Little Red. You hear me?” he shouts above the roar of the engine, as if hearing my thoughts.
“I refuse to let you go!”
And the truth is, I don’t want him to.