Mated to the Rogue *DISCONTINUED*

T H I R T E E N

{I just found this song yesterday and it was surprisingly good but I'd never heard about the band before and I'm wondering you guys' thoughts? I have this weird semi-obsession with it now and I want to know that I'm not the only one. It's called XO by The Eden Project.}

"No way."

I eyed the death trap with suspicion. He was crazy if he thought I was getting on that thing.

"It's too late to back out now," he said, plopping a helmet on my head. He turned back to the sleek black motorcycle and climbed on, tilting it slightly to the side so I could climb on as well.

I scowled, throwing my leg over the leather seat. "You just had to be a bad boy, didn't you?"

He shook his head slightly and I felt the vibrations of his chuckle against my chest. He revved the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, but not before wrapping my arms around his firm midsection.

I groaned and lay my head on his back. I was going to be the talk of the school tomorrow. Nothing ever happened in the tiny town of Oak Creek, Nowhere, especially not to seemingly-uptight Emilia Mathews.

Despite my earlier protests, the ride was actually quite fun. Don't tell him I told you that, though.

Liam cut the engine in front of a cute apartment building in the downtown area. It had brick steps leading to the main door and entry way which looked old but well kept.

I got off first and watched as he chained the motorcycle to a pole on the sidewalk.

I eyed it skeptically. "Are you allowed to do that?"

He shrugged, clicking the lock in place. "I don't know. I've never asked anyone, and no one has said anything yet."

After stashing our helmets under the seat of his death trap, he strode over to me and grabbed my hand. I looked down at our interwoven fingers before taking a shy peek up at his face. His ears were tinted pink and his eyes were avoiding mine, suddenly finding the sidewalk very interesting. His Adam's apple bobbed as he cleared his throat and mumbled a quick "This way."

I pressed my lips together, trying to avoid grinning like an idiot at his adorableness. I'm sure he definitely wouldn't appreciate me calling him so.

We walked hand in hand up the stairs, our footsteps echoing in the silent well. He stopped in front of a nondescript door on the third floor. The only thing identifying it was the brass number 306, nailed just above the peephole.

He unlocked the door and stepped in, holding it open for me as I crossed the threshold and took in the modest living space.

Upon entry, you walk directly into the living room, which is where we were now. It was well lit with a large window dominating the wall facing the street, giving us a view of the old-fashioned cobblestone streets lined with cafés and bookstores. It was quiet here, and very underappreciated. Not very close to any schools, though, so many people preferred to live closer to the heart of town.

There was a dark gray couch pushed up against the adjacent wall, behind a glass coffee table. There were other armchairs surrounding them and an old model tv on a stand across from them.

The thing that caught my interest was a shelf mounted to a wall above the television. It was made of dark espresso colored wood. There were a few books pushed in between two bookstands and multiple nick-nacks frozen in action including a tiny clear glass swan.

There was a kitchen to the left and a hallway to my right. Overall, it was very charming, if not a little small.

Liam helped my remove my jacket and hung it up on the coat rack by the front door.