SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

Home Sweet Home - 3

Alison carefully removed the bike key from Sebastian's key ring and looked over toward the man sleeping peacefully on the bed when it jingled a little too much for her liking. She had made sure that she loved him so hard, that she wore him out and she smiled at the memory of their love making...no one could, or ever did love her quite like he did.

She crept out of the hotel room and took the elevator to the first floor. Walking out, she headed for the motorcycle chained to the trailer, and checked the locks...they were still unlocked. She eased the chain through the spikes of the tires and pooled them neatly on the trailer. She reached in the pocket of her jacket for the key and placed it carefully into the ignition, turning it into she heard two clicks. Moving the kickstand, she now held all the weight of the bike and eased it down the trailer and pushed it to the street. She pulled the kickstand back out with her foot and retrieved the helmet. It was a bit too large for her, so she put her hair into a bun to raise it slightly from her slender shoulders...better than nothing...

She threw her leg over the seat and pulled the kickstand back from the asphalt and then secured the helmet. She turned the key one more click and pressed the starter button, revving the engine slightly. She re-positioned the mirrors and then placed the bike into first and eased out onto the street.

She found the Pittsburgh interchange without difficulty, collected her ticket then headed east for the Reading exits.

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Sebastian woke at two AM to find that he was alone in the bed. Stumbling, he opened the bathroom door to see if she was alright and found the room to be empty. He turned on the lights in the room to find that her clothing, her wallet and her phone was missing.

He dressed quickly and checked his phone for messages. Finding none, he opened an app and activated the gps-tracker on the bike so that he could track her position.

He dialed the phone inside the helmet.

Alison almost dropped the bike when she heard the ringing and pulled over to attempt to figure out how to respond. "How the fuck do I answer this damned thing!"

"You simply speak," he said quietly. "Always knew you had a potty mouth."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"No you're not."

"You're right, I'm not."

She heard him chuckle.

"I'm not stopping."

He held the phone so that she could see where she was and returned the phone to his ear. "But you have, Love. I can see you."

"Oh shit," she groaned. "Let me guess, you have something on the bike?"

"A couple somethings."

"I need to do this," she said. "Go on ahead, I mean."

"I know you do Babe. All day you've been thinking about it, and trying to tell us..."

"I need it to just be her and me."

"I know," he whispered. "Just..."

"Just What?"

"Please be careful. And get a move on. There's a trooper headed in your direction. They know when a motorist has stopped. There are cameras all over the place."

"Yeah I know."

"Just please, please be careful. That bike is too big for you. That helmet is too big for you..."

"Took care of the helmet," she said quickly.

"What did you do, stuff something up in there?"

"Yeah. My hair..."