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Sixteen: oh, hell no!

Lukas POV

I had just done what I wanted to do for a long time, kiss her. Kiss the girl I couldn't get out of my head for some reason. She looked so adorable, fumbling with her laces and obviously angry with me. It's exiting when she is, I like the chase.It was a Saturday, so I had to work a shift at the tattoo shop. Too bad, because if I didn't have to go, I would have asked her to stay a little bit longer. It's something about her that's intriguing, and I wanted to know more about her. I had to be careful not to get too attached to this girl though, but so far, it's been harder than with most girls. It's all fun and games until you start to get feelings, it ruins everything. But something about her draws me to her every time I see her, and I have to be careful not to inevitably fall at her feet.

I look down on her before taking her hand and dragging her out of my apartment. She looked so stunning wearing my hoodie and something about her wearing it, wearing something of mine made me grin. I pull her into the elevator by tugging at the hem of her, well my, hoodie until her body is fully plastered against mine. She looks up to meet my eyes staring at her face. She looks anxious while I press the button of the underground level. As the elevator goes down, she puts her hands inside the pockets of my sweater, and I couldn't help but to chuckle at how small yet so delightful this gesture was. I couldn't contain my smile as she looked up, her eyes anxious.

"Don't worry I'm not going to take you to the garage and kill you." I laughed when I see the worried look on pale her face.

"I don't like surprises, that's all." She said putting her forehead against my chest. My heartbeat accelerating by her presence alone. Her head snapped back when she heard the elevator stop at the garage floor leaving the spot where her head used to be feeling abandoned.

"Come on. Or do you want to stay in the elevator with me the entire day? We could do that you know? There's a lot you can do in an elevator." I teased her while nudging her shoulder.

"Alright, alright." She laughed at my comment, pulling her hands out my sweater. I took one of them to guide her to my surprise. "I swear if your surprise is locking up me in a dungeon, I'm going to kill you."

"Don't worry princess. No dungeons." I winked at her causing her to roll her eyes at me playfully. I take her hand towards my parking spot, yet I never put my car in it. Before us, something hidden underneath a black blanket. I let go of her hand but our fingers linger for each other's touch. "Are you ready to meet your carriage?" I asked while my hands gripped on to the blanket, ready to pull it off.

"Depends on what's underneath." She giggles, her eyes focused on my hands. Your wish is my commendI thought as I pulled the blanket off. Revealing my first love, my black and chrome motorcycle. The look on her face, even though it was priceless, I didn't know what to make of it. Her eyes where wide and her mouth parted. "What do you think?" I grinned.

"Nice, now can we get to your car?" She laughed crossing her arms.

"Isabella, I'm driving you home on this." I said flat shrugging my shoulders.

"Oh, hell no! I'm not getting on that... that... thing with you. It's dangerous." Her voice echoing through the garage.

"Bella, the way you kissed me minutes ago I would say you're more dangerous to me than this motorcycle is to you." I laughed walking over to her, putting my arms on her fragile neck. My words made the corners of her mouth tug up. "I'll drive safe. Don't worry, I wouldn't want to hurt you." I put my lips on hers softly, my lips hugging hers like they are made for it. "Not until we've done more than kissing." I joke against her lips before she slapped her hands against my chest.