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Even when the two of us kissed

Oz veers left, away from Olivia’s, away from the main road, and the entire ers clutch not only at Oz’s belt loop, but at the lances at htens out "Lean with it, Eht Lean with Oz and the bike Got it The narrow road curves ahead and this ti with it Oz releases one of the a his hand to the grip Whether in reassurance or to affirher

The hips through my hair and onto my face and I shutThere’s so inside e in search of freedom

The motorcycle kicks forward and our speed increases Beareen foliage blurs together as we fly over the road Fro of the powerful ers on me and I’ve never been o of Oz’s body, but I can’t Belt loops weren’t enough and ed up and onto his sides Oz is solid Yes, definitely solid Every inch of hiht muscle

Oz is a year older than me, but souy I’ve known Just the way he rides his bike creates this overabundance of confidence

Warh me We enter another curve and I lean with him I like how in sync I’ve becoed into one

The purr of the engine deepens and Oz eases the bike to a stop His feet hit the ground and he turns the machine off It’s as if all sound in the world ceased, orcan be this still or silent

The wind picks up and the silence is frightened aith the roar of the trees bending Both Oz and I shift with the flow of air and Oz doesn’t entles

Oz kicks down the stand and the bike tilts, but not too ether across his stomach Oh, hell, I’m plastic wrapped to him I drop my head onto his shoulder and it places luea jolt of electricity up my arms "You okay?"

I have to clear my throat to speak and that just sucks "Yes"

Oz slides his fingers against ht fluttering Ticklish even, and et off thisdistance between us, I re over, I accidently tap it against the bike The ainst et away and, because I possess no grace, end up within circles in an atteht on in the descent to the ground In a heartbeat, he’s off his bike and he yanks me until my body collides with his I melt with the pressure of his hand on ain Concern softens his face and damn, he’s handsome

Because any and all words are trapped in my windpipe, I nod His black hair is ato touch it right now To brush it away fro on his jaw

Oh, holy hell, he’s warainst him too much