A Broken World

Chapter 16

A/N: Starting at this point some chapters will have mild sexual content

With my arms wrapped around his middle we ride through the mountains on his bike. It's chilly and I'm glad I've worn my heavier jacket. He takes me to an area away from everything. I don't think I've seen a person for miles. How is it that he knew exactly what I needed? Far away from everyone and everything. He stops the bike and parks it near a tree that's nearly naked.

I take off the helmet and he helps me off the bike. He hangs up the helmet as I look around. There's a small ledge to my left and I start for it, I can hear his footsteps behind me on the graveled road. I look out at the view of the almost bare trees. He stands next to me and takes my hand in his. He's got on biker gloves, but the tips of his fingers are exposed and when he touches my skin I shiver. I take a deep breath and put my head on his shoulder. I let go of his hand and sit down on the leaf covered dirt, and bring my knees to my chest. He grunts like it hurts and sits down next to me.

"You seem a lot calmer," he notes.

I nod, resting my chin on my knees. I'm not sure what to say, maybe I don't want to say anything. He senses that and sits quietly next to me staring off into the distance. It's a little cold, but bearable.

"Thanks," I whisper.

"Welcome," he says. "So what's New York like?" he asks me.

I look over at him and smile, grateful that he's not asking questions about my tantrum. Hugging my legs tighter I look out into the beautiful mountains, "Definitely not as beautiful as this," I say.

"How so?"

"I'm from Long Island and it's an overcrowded mess. Towns are close together, and houses barely have yards. Out east is nice though lots of wineries and famous people gravitate out there. And no matter where you are on the island you have full access to the beach, and it's no more than forty five minutes away." I tell him.

"Have you been to the city?" he asks.

"I love the city, I actually kind of miss it a little. I miss the access to concert venues and shopping at well-known stores instead of antique shops," I laugh. "It's much different than here," I add.

"What about you what's it like in your town? This is the only place I've ever been in Georgia," I tell him.

"It's quiet like this," he says. "Atlanta though it's kind of like you described the city."

"I'd like to go one day, to Atlanta, do they have real stores there? Not like Walmart," I say.

Daryl laughs and shakes his head. "Yes they have real stores," he says.

"I love it here don't get me wrong it's gorgeous, but I miss shopping at the mall," I admit.

It's quiet for a few minutes, as we both stare out into the mountains.

"I'm sorry I yelled at ya the other night," he says.

"S'okay." I look up at him with a small smile, and bite my lip.

He reaches his hand out and touches my cheek with his hand, and immediately I'm warm from head to toe. I'm already close, but I scoot a little closer.

"Is it okay if I kiss you again?" he asks.

I nod, because although he was an asshole the other night, I've secretly been craving his touch. He's the first to lean in and I follow his lead as our lips touch. At first we don't move, we stay like that our lips locked on one another. I'm feeling a bit antsy to feel his tongue again so I part his lips with mine. He moans as his mouth opens allowing me in. I shift positions and straddle myself over his legs, I can feel him beneath me. His fingertips tickle my sides and I shiver, as I tug on his hair and he moans again. I love the sound he makes especially when I hear my name leave his lips, "Chloe," he breathes.