Wildflowers

Chapter 20- Motorcycle boyfriend?

((I am so sorry if the sentence down there is wrong or incorrect. I used Google Translate; I can't speak Spanish to save my life))

Alexandra

I hug Lucas, pulling him to me, his head rests on my shoulder. "Bye, Lukey, I'll see you" 

I'm leaving him.

"Try not to miss me too much, okay?"

"You talking?" I scoff, he'll be the one to miss me. He nods.

"Let's go" Myles tugs on the sleeve of my hoodie. I wave Mads and Lucas and follow Myles, calling out our goodbyes.

We leave the house through the door that leads to garage and then from there outside. I step down the little step that gets us to garage and that's when I see it. The sexiest thing to ever exist. Due to me stopping absurdly, Myles bumps into me.

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. I breathe in deeply to keep me from passing out. This thing is Dean's, right? I have no reason to fall to my knees and propose to Myles, right? Because this beauty belongs to Dean and he's married and that's that. 

"Myles?"

He walks past the Yamaha motorbike, patting it on a way as he stops beside it. I fall back to consciousness and stand beside them.

"Is this yours?" I manage to get words out. Myles smiles and nods.

"All mine" 

"Can I touch it?" I really hope Dean is still inside and not walking out at this exact moment.

He chuckles lowly, "Yes, you can touch it, Alexandra" I almost blush, and I don't know if at Myles or the bike. 

I put my hand on the handle and look all over it, that's a pretty, pretty thingy. I stand back and look between the pretty things, Myles and his bike. I image him in his gear and on it. I smirk. "Sit on it"

"Huh?"

"I said, sit on it" Wanna hear it in Spanish? ¡Sientate en eso!  

Myles furrows his brows, but has a smile on his face and complies. He grabs the handles and swings his leg over pushing it up straight. I melt then and there.

Oh God, I think. Standing in front of him, I rethink everything I have against marriage. Weddings are fun, but marriage...

"Myles" I whisper as he gets off the bike. I think, I need to have you, I want to say, but I don't. I swallow and raise my hand to touch him or the bike, but it stays hovering in the air, not sure what I want to do with it. "You get more amazing day by day, Myles Alexander" I settle on, instead of proposal.

He takes my hand and puts it back to my side. "I know, thank you"

I don't know if I want to scoff and hit him in the head or smile at him. I do both.

"It still works?" he nods. "Can I ride with you sometime?" I pause. That question was so bad, I hold back any reaction or facial expression ever, pressing my lips together. Myles is grinning.

 "Um, I mean like, that shit is cool, you know" It really gets me stuttering. No shit he thinks it's cool, he wouldn't own it, if he didn't. "Like maybe, when... I don't know" God, save me. Myles, say something. "Sometime this summer as a back-bag?" I rush out and turn away from him.

"I find them really cool. I don't have a license or money for it, but yeah" I add quickly, glancing at him.

Everything is so bad. And he isn't saying anything.