Part 8

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"Tell me, your parents never taught you how to say 'thank you'?" he solemnly muttered and I was left rooted to the spot, taken aback by two things a) haven't heard anyone saying the words 'your parents' straight to my face in a long time and, b) that was so random, what the heck was he talking about? He glimpsed at my reaction and quickly changed his tone into a warmer one, "I'm joking. You didn't recognize me? I am the biker. From earlier, in the morning." He ended with a wounded expression because I failed to make the connection prior.

"Oh, really? You didn't look that tall when you were on the bike. That was you? The potential rapist-dash-killer," he snickered at my comment.

"You left so hastily and didn't say any 'thank you's or whatnots,"

"Well, my parents did teach me how to say 'thank you's and whatnots, but they also taught me not to get into a stranger's car – or motorcycle for that matter," I humorously pointed out. "Plus, I did the double pat, you know, it's like... body-language-version of a thank you," I claimed.

"The double what?" he was staring at me, all mockingly with his eyebrow arching.

"The double pat." And I went on to double-pat his arm. I didn't think it through until I actually did it and my body weirdly tensed once more as I touched him. His arm felt much toned through his tight black long-sleeve. His pecks were also teasingly defined through the fabric. I tried hard not to bite my lip while my mind was processing his sexy body. He giggled and I saw his chest quivering just like it did back then, on the motorcycle.

"I like you, you are funny. I'm Aiden, you?" his arm stretched to open the door that had, with freshly-painted black letters, the words 'Physics Lab' written on it. I didn't move an inch and just stared at him all dumbfounded.

"I'm Sophia Steel, ehm," shit! Did I just introduce myself with my full name? I shook my numb brain off and restated again, "Sophie. I'm Sophie." His only response was to nod and smile while the door was swung right open and we both made our way into a ridiculously loud and ruckus class.




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