ALL I WANT IS YOU: Some rules are meant to be broken
I caught him adjusting himself, but not before I saw the obvious tent in his sports pants, and the dark patch at the tip.
“Intense ride,” I murmured, my voice thick. Our eyes met, and I held his gaze, my cheeks burning but bold.
“We gotta drill this for real. Tournament prep. Should we switch to the bike? This tandem bicycle (two person bicycle) is not doing the thighs workout well, don’t you agree?” I asked, trying not to sound too flustered.
He nodded, words stuck in his throat.
“Yeah,” he finally said.
I understand.
We hauled out the motorcycle, its sleek frame catching the dying light. It was evening already, the field was empty, and it was getting dark.
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