Dreaming with you

Chapter 7

Bastian

I didn't have to know where her apartment was. I just had to follow her scent. It was not so easy, but to me hers was unforgettable.

After her friend took a good look of me, from head to toe, Amanda took her jacket and there we were on the street, debating whether or not to go to the restaurant on my motorcycle.

"I am not getting on that thing", Amanda said pretty firm and with no negotiable tone.

I still put a helmet in her hands.  "Don't you trust me just a little?" I asked her just out of courtesy. She was getting on that thing, as she called my baby.

"A little is not enough. These things are dangerous. What if we fall?" she was a little scared.

"I drive this thing for years. It will be fun. Please", I added.

Fine, but if we fall, you will pay.

"I am paying dinner anyway", I joked.

"I wasn't talking about dinner Bastian, and wasn't coffee on the menu?" she was a teasing little thing, wasn't she?

"I changed my mind. Hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all."

After I helped her get on the bike, and sat in front of her, she said the worst possible words in that moment, "I think I am not dressed enough for this ride." like I couldn't already feel her naked thighs because her dress had ridden high. So very high. So, I wasn't very comfortable at the moment.

"Just hold tight," I said before putting my own helmet on. They were connected like those in copters so we could talk during the ride.

"Are you cold?" I wasn't imagining her in dress on the bike when I decided to drive it. Honestly, I wasn't.

"A little. Where are we going."

"It is not far. Still scared?"

"No. This is king of fun."

I chuckled. "You haven't seen fun. I am going as slow as I could. Highway is much more thrilling."

I took her to the little Italian restaurant, away from her college.

"Is my hair a mess?" She asked and the truth is it was a mess. It also gave me the opportunity to put my hands on it to comb it.

"Now it's perfect".

I could see that she liked the place and I was content. After we ordered our drinks and food, the waiter left us alone.

I expected her to be quiet, she seemed really nervous when I picked her up. But she talked, well mostly asked me questions about how I ended at the professor spot and about my life as a ski jumper. And I enjoyed talking to her about nothing and everything. Well we both kept our secrets safe. The difference was, I knew hers. I didn't believe that such things were possible before. That the pieces of the puzzle just folded into each other right in front of my eyes. That I actually met her in front of the book store. But there we were, eating delicious lasagna and drinking wine.

"You are bad for me mister", she said, "motorcycle, alcohol, what is next, jail?"

I laughed. "No jail this night. Maybe some other time."

And then it happened. Something I expected even sooner.

"Look, I don't want to spoil this evening, I am really having great time, but it keeps coming to my head, that this is so unreal. So tell me again, why are we here, and please, don't tell me it's cause we have to eat." She was trying to look me in the eyes while saying that but failed.