Alpha Theo
On the other, I want so badly to give in, let go, take a leap…
He reaches out, takes my hand again. I feel those little sparks and I’m a goner.
“Do… do you have a helmet?” I breathe.
Theo’s face lights up. “Yeah!” He drops my hand, turns back to the bike. Spins back around with a black helmet in his hands. “I mean I never wear it, but I figured you’d want one. Here…”
He unclips the strap, holds it up over my head. He helps me into it, my fingertips brushing his as I reach up to secure the helmet down on my head. Then he fastens the strap, pulling it tight under my chin.