Spicy Desires: Love on Two Wheels and a Plate

Truth or drink part 2

Mark, says, "Ali, never have I ever kissed a man," smirking.

I don't drink.

"No fucking way!" Emily shouts.

Clear absolute shock was heavily present on their faces.

I chuckle. It's not that big of a deal.

Becca looked at me. Me. "Hmm, "Hmm, never have I ever been attracted to men," she said, said, looking carefully at me.

Finally, I drink.

The last girl, a girl, whose name I don't know,
"Interesting. Why?" she asked looking at me.

"Why what?" I asked, confused.

"Why haven't you had your first kiss yet?" she asked me.

"Well. We are playing a game; let's not get all dark," I say hesitantly.

"Piss off on that," Brett says.

"It's not that big of a deal," I explained softly, looking at all of them.

"For real though, why?" Jack asks, almost demanding.

"Well, let me be honest with ourselves for a moment. We all see what I see, so it's not surprising that I haven't had my first anything with the opposite gender." I say awkwardly.

"Coming from a lesbian, I don't know what you are going on about. You're stunning," she says, her eyes looking sternly at me.

"Well, thanks, "I say, looking at Brett. "Never have I ever had a tattoo."

He scoffs at taking a drink.

Brett looks at the final girl and says, "Amber, never have I ever shoplifted."

Amber shouts, "It was one time!!"

Amber looks at me. "Ali, never have I ever permed my hair," she says.

I don't drink. "It's all natural, I'm afraid," I say with a laugh.

Jack looks at Brett.
"Never have an ever rode a motorcycle," he says, smirking, knowing he's going to get him.

Brett says, "Man, I wonder where you got that info from?" rolling his eyes and taking a drink.

Mark looks at Emily.
"Emily, never have I ever played stop poker," he says with a chuckle.

Her face gets mad for a split second. "I told you that in confidence," she shouts, glaring at him.

This continues; thankfully, nobody called on me that often.

Eventually, it was time to leave, and everyone had begun to leave.

Brett looked at me as though he wanted to say something but chose not to close his eyes, holding emotion.

"I appreciate you coming out here. Almost everyone at work is very stuck up, so I appreciate you being so chill." Brett said

"I had a great time; I'm not really in a huge rush to go home, so I like being out while I can," I explain with a small smile.

"What do you mean by that? Problem roommate?" Brett asked with a chuckle, his hand finding its way through his dirty blond hair. The uniqueness of his eyes was more noticeable than the sun setting off in the distance.

"Something like that, yeah," I replied with a small laugh. Slowly zipping up my jacket to contain my body heat, the autumn air felt against my skin.

He noticed the small gesture.
"Well, it's getting cold out, so I guess we should probably go our separate ways," he explains with a smile that seems to reflect in his eyes as well.

I unlock my car with the clicker.

We walk the small trail, the rocks crunching softly under my feet.

He gets on his bike, sliding on his helmet.

Starting the bike, the sound is heard a couple of feet away from my car.

I slide my key into the ignition. The care clicks.
Not starting.

Are you kidding me? I think annoyed.

I start it again, nothing. I blink a couple of times and roll my eyes.

"Something wrong?" I hear Brett ask.

"I'll figure it out you can go; it's getting late," I say, popping my hood.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he gets off his bike, setting his helmet off the side.

"Absolutely not. You can figure whatever you need to out, but I am not leaving you by yourself," he says with a scoff as if my request were ridiculous.

"Seriously, it's fine. I've got it." I say, glancing at the bad battery I had given my dad the money to replace while I was at work. He had the extra set of keys.

I slam the car door shut, grabbing my phone. I call my dad and tell him he's going to have to figure out some way to get me because he pretty much stole my money as he definitely didn't replace it.

I throw my phone off in the car.

"He will come. You do have to wait for him. I'll be fine." I replied with a small smile. This is a terrible first impression.

"I gave him money to replace my battery, and he obviously didn't. He will still pick me up though once I get ahold of him, so no worries." I say, running my hand through my hair in frustration.

"I'm just going to take you home. You are already cold, and I don't mind," he replied, standing outside my car door, holding his hand out for me to take.

"I couldn't ask you to do that," I replied hesitatingly, it would be nice not to have to wait, but I didn't want him to feel obligated.

"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have offered. Come on, you can use my helmet," he says, his hand still out. I sigh a bit. Grab my wallet out of my purse and cover it with some random things in the car. I grab his hand with mine, and I close the door and lock it.

He guides me to his bike and slides his helmet over my head just as he amplifies the smell of his cologne in his helmet as he adjusts the straps. His callous fingertips graze my chin.

He gets on and turns on the bike once again, holding his hand out for me.
Aiding me in getting on. He grabs my arms, signaling for me to grab his waist.