A Surprise That Changed Her Life

Chapter 30: What Now?

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Violet's POV 

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We walked out together, without telling anyone, simply because I couldn't find any of my friends. His mode of travelling, the intimidating black bike, was parked not far from the entrance of Isaac's house. 

The air was cold, and it nipped at my bare shoulders and stockings-clad legs. Shivering, I put my shoulder-length ginger hair in a quick ponytail in the time he started his bike.

Getting on it was a chore. No, it was worse than a chore. When for the next few minutes, I was still contemplating on how to get on there, Brad spoke up, "You can also sit sideways, you know."

He had an amused smile on his perfect face, and he had turned his body to look at me while talking, instead of just turning his face. Sitting on top of the bike, in washed jeans, a Rolling Stone t-shirt, ankle boots and his signature leather jacket, he looked like he just stepped out of a teen vogue magazine.

I gave him an unsure look.

He climbed down, shrugged out of his jacket and stood there beside me, "Alright. Make an attempt. I'll try to steady you in case you fell."

Nodding, I neared the bike hesitantly, standing with my back to the bike, and just as I was about to raise myself up to get on it, my feet stopped touching the ground and I felt Brad's hand on my waist, making me gasp, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, Violet?" his voice was normal, without a hint of exertion that he was holding me above the ground.

Seconds later, I was placed gently on the bike, and his touch disappeared, but the delicious warmth stayed, making butterflies appear in the pit of my stomach.

I looked up, "That's it? I won't fall over?"

"No, you should be fine as long as you are holding on to me," he said, handing me his jacket, "put it on."

My eyes widened, "B-but it's yours and you'll be cold."

"Just put it on. It's not that cold, but your dress is at fault here. I'll survive," he grinned and my heart just melted at the sight.

Another gust of wind hit me, making me shudder. I nodded, "Alright." And with some caution, I shrugged it on. Caution because I'm currently sitting sideways on a bike and can fall off anytime!

The jacket was warm and smelled amazing just like him. It felt so good.

He neared me even more and took both ends of the jacket in his hands. Before I could panic, I saw that he was zipping it up. My heart beat shoot up once again and my hands got clammy. I gulped when he raised the zipper all the way to my collarbone.

Stepping to the side, he got back on the bike and as he revved the engine to heat it up slightly, I wrapped my right arm around him and held the back handle with my left. And then we were off!

He wasn't speeding. It was just not the situation for speeding safely. Oh the irony!

It was the traffic. After all it's a Saturday night, in a city that is famous for never sleeping.

But even when the traffic became light enough to speed, he didn't. The notion told me more than it should. I realized that he was avoiding it by choice, not because of the traffic, and that if he had wanted, he could easily have done that. I know he is capable of it, because I have seen him speed crazily enough to cause an accident.

My heart almost melted. Almost. But I controlled it to the best of my ability. Why? Simply because I can't afford to turn into mush while sitting on a bike sideways.