Four Kisses (Book one)

The First Night

I met Michael when I was leaving work and my car wouldn't start. It was 11:30 at night and I put my bonnet up and got back into my car to try and find someone to help me. I heard the roar of the Harley and watched as he pulled up in front of me, my heart beat quickened, to say I wasn't scared of the tall biker would be a lie.

I put my window down and tried not to moan as I saw the handsome features on his face.

"Are you ok?"

It took me a couple of seconds to realise he spoke. All I could get out was a quiet 'no' before I burst into tears. My rescuer opened my door and handed me a tissue.

"Look, I don't deal well with crying women. However I can fix your car, so what's wrong?"

I dried my tears and got out of the car.

"It's just not starting, I think there is something wrong with the battery."

He got into my car and it started first go. My face crumpled and he pointed at me.

"Don't, it looks like a faulty connection to your battery. You should be able to get it home but you will need someone to look at it."

He shut the bonnet and turned to me.

"Where is your phone?"

I looked at him blankly and he rolled his eyes.

"So if anything happens you can call me?"

I gave him my phone and he entered his details. He handed my phone back and leant against my car.

"My name is Michael by the way."

"Sarah"

"Well, nice to meet you Sarah. Text me when you get home so I know you are safe. I will come tomorrow and have a look at the car."

He turned to go but I wasn't ready yet.

"I'm sorry I cried. It's been a long week and this was the icing on the cake. Thank you for stopping and helping me."

Michael said goodbye and rode off on his Harley leaving me standing on the side of the road. I spent the drive home trying to figure out how to word the text I had to send.

Got home fine. Thanks again. S xxxx

I second guessed the kisses but I had already hit send. I tried to distract myself with other things but I still checked my phone every five-seconds for his reply. Finally my phone sounded.

Jesus how far away do you live? I am glad you are home safe. No more crying?

I smiled thinking about Michael's face and how hot he was. I found a pre-mixed vodka in the back of my fridge and opened it. Dutch courage was definitely going to help.

West Dale, no crying, just smiling thinking I was glad you stopped.

Too forward? Probably, I was just glad I didn't put any kisses on the end of this one.

Always happy to help a damsel in distress. What's your address?

I stared at my phone for longer than I would like to admit before I realised he was talking about coming to have a look at my car. I finished the bottle and typed out my message; taking full advantage of the autocorrect.

471 Port Smith Road, I'm looking forward to seeing you again xxxx

Fuck, four kisses, yeah probably shouldn't have had that drink. I shut my house down and wondered if I was going to hear from him again. I got into bed and stared at the ceiling. I totally fucked it up. My eyes became heavy and then my phone rang. I answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Four kisses hey?"

My eyes sprung open and I threw my arm over my face to hide my shame.

"Well, you did just help me out."

"Four kisses doesn't mean 'hey I think you are ok' four kisses means 'I think you are sexy'"

I felt my face heat up. I am so glad we were having this conversation on the phone.

"Fine, I do think you are slightly more handsome than the average male."

"That has to be the strangest possible way I have ever been called hot. I think you are slightly more beautiful than the average female."

This conversation was going nowhere and was getting weirder by the minute.

"Are you just saying that because I said it? Or do you really think I am hot?"

The change in his voice from carefree to serious rocked me to the core, and I liked it.

"Look, I don't play games, I say what I am feeling. I like you, even though I have only talked to you for 5 minutes. Tell me a bit about yourself?"

"I have three kids, I'm divorced but haven't slept with anyone but my husband. I'm a daydreamer who loves writing stories. I wish that my knight in shining armour will come and save me. Which is why my husband and I broke up. I'm lonely and bored. What about you?"
"My dad died when I was young so I was raised by my uncle who was a member of The Fallen Pirates motor cycle club. I decided that I loved being in the club and joined. I have no kids and never married but I have been in a few relationships. No one has really understood me though. Most girls see the bike, leathers and tattoos and think that I am some bad boy."

Pausing I thought about what attracted me to Michael, it wasn't the bike, or even what he wore. It was his eyes and his smile.

"I like your eyes and your smile. I like the fact you were carrying a tissue and cared enough to stop and help me. You didn't make me feel like some stupid girl, it meant even more to me that you wanted to know I got home safely."

I breathed out and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. It was raw and it was truthful and it shined a light on how easy it was to talk to someone when you are on the phone. There was no way I would have said those words to his face.

"I didn't know I had that much of an effect on you. I'm glad I was riding past at that time of night. After I look at your car do you want to go for a coffee tomorrow?"

"I would love to. I'm looking forward to tomorrow even more now. I better go to sleep and I will see you in the morning."

We said goodbye and I put my phone on charge. I was so excited to see Michael again the next day.