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May 20th, 2023.
Sara
"No, Nope. I'm not getting on that thing. No chance." I say, shaking my head abruptly.
"Sara, come on. It's not that bad. I've got you," Thomas says.
I'm staring at Thomas on his bike. I cross my arms and narrow my eyes, looking from the front of his bike, my eyes carrying to the tail of it. He's been trying to convince me to ride on the back with him since he got his new one. It hasn't worked. I give him a dumbfounded look, refraining from calling him crazy again like I have the past hour. The past week has been the most gorgeous weather in a while, melting the last of the winter snow. The sun has been out everyday, shining bright and making the early spring feel like borderline summer. I love spring, so it's never really bothered me if the spring air has a bit of a nip, but this the weather recently is basically screaming summer. It's because of this beautiful weather, that Thomas has been encouraging me to get on the back of his bike for a ride. I have protested as long as I could, giving excuses, but he still somehow got me out here today.
"And..." He leans to the side, grabbing something I can't see. "I got you this." He holds up a deep pink motorcycle helmet then, light pink details running up the sides. Smiling big and proud. My mouth drops open, eyes widening. I feel my heart begin to pound out of adoration. His thought and care for my safety is one thing, but him taking the extra step to go buy me one that is so personalized, so perfect. It makes my heart melt. My anxiety is still upholding my hesitation and he can see it as he reads my body language. I'm jittery and have remained a good few meters, refusing to get near the bike. His expression dims, only slightly. And I suddenly feel sorry, that I didn't respond the same way he did about the helmet. It came across wrong, not what I wanted it to. The gesture made me burst with happiness, but I'm damn scared of getting on that bike. He gets off the bike, placing the pink helmet on the grass beside the curb. He then stalks over to me and stands tall in front of me. I'm still looking at the my new helmet when I feel him grab my chin with his finger. My attention is shifted onto him and the new sight of his face—so close to mine—causes tingles to spread across my body.
"Sara?" He whispers.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Do you trust me?" He asks, scanning my face, his eyes moving to every feature on my face.
I nod once, "of course I do."
He smiles softly, then looks back into my eyes. He says nothing then, and I look into his brown eyes. Probably the most perfect eyes I've ever seen in my life. His smile and dimples are making me weak in the knees, convincing me without him even saying a word. He doesn't even need to do a thing and he has me give in, and he's doing it right now. I inhale a deep breath, exhaling my fears. I close my eyes, ridding my mind is the unimaginable scenarios that could happen if something were to go wrong. I feel his hand graze my cheek and move along my jawline. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and then places his hand on my neck. This causes me to open my eyes, and he's watching my reaction.
