What We Once Were

Chapter 13.

Bridget had already had her second cup of coffee before Greyson had even arrived this morning. She'd woken up at 3:30, preparing herself for the last hour before Greyson would arrive. Bridget decided to leave her hair down in blonde curls instead of in its single braid. It was always more fun to feel the wind in her hair when she used to go motorcycling.

Bridget wore some dark wash jeans, a white shirt and her black jacket. She'd applied some matte red lipstick to complete the look, Bridget had spent a little too much time staring at her reflection. She looked so young, so much like the girl she used to be. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of the ride and that it would be just her and Greyson, alone. No work or worrying about her daughter, it would just be the two of them, just like old times.

She heard the rumbling sound of the engine outside and Bridget poured the last of her coffee into the travel mug and met Greyson outside. He was wearing his leather jacket and the same dark wash jeans. God, he looked like someone from a movie poster and she felt the butterflies in her stomach. Bridget felt her cheeks warm up and was glad the dim morning light masked her blush.

"Hey Grey, thanks again for doing this."

"We haven't even left the driveway yet." He teased her as she approached him.

"I already know that we are going to have a great time." Bridget smiled as she stopped beside him.

Greyson tried to contain himself from doing something drastic as he took in the sight of the beautiful woman standing beside his bike. She looked amazing, her hair was down, her jeans perfectly hugged her figure and the black jacket looked incredible for her. Greyson bit his lip to disguise his smile, she looked just like she used to. And the fact that she wore it out in front of him, meant she hadn't tried to forget or hide who she really was.

"You look great Bridge, the jacket looks great on you." He complimented.

Bridget smiled at the ground and bit her lip nervously. "Thanks, should we get going?"

"Uh...yeah. Hop on." Greyson stuttered, his heart skipped a beat when he felt Bridget's arms hesitantly wrap around his torso.

"Ready to go?" He asked as his throat dried up.

"Yes, let's go." Bridget said with a wild grin as he revved the engine and the two of them sped off into the morning light.

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Bridget cheered and whooped as they sped down the highway and twists and turns of the road in the forest. She laughed and even put her hands up in the air.

Greyson was happy that she couldn't see him smile at her throughout the ride. Especially when he went over a bump by mistake, he secretly enjoyed it when she'd tightened her grip around him and also buried her head into his shoulder.

As they drove up the windy road, they both noticed the sky was beginning to change from its inky blackness into soft pinks and oranges; indicating that the sun was starting to rise.

The road ended at a clearing at the very top of the hill. It was like someone decades ago had come up to the top of Whisper Hill and cleared all pine trees facing the town and the woods beyond it, wanting this spot to be discovered by those who loved exploring and adventure.

The view below was breathtaking, Bridget almost forgot how to breathe as she took in the sight before her. The flickering lights from the town of Woodland looking like tiny fireflies in the distance. The endless vast of pine trees encircled the whole town and as far as the eye could see. "Wow," Bridget gasped, getting off the motorcycle in a trance as she made her way towards the fence at the edge of the cliff.