Book Smart

Nineteen

"Come on, Sweetheart...I won't let anything bad happen..." It seems no amount of crooning would be able to coax my little one out of one of the many doors to one the massive garages that house the cars used by his now soon to be ex pack. The moment he had spotted my bike he had planted his feet and refused to move, shaking his head and pulling away from me when I tried to urge him on. Whether his shiver is caused by the light trace of autumn in the air or his fear I'm not sure. Either way it has me opening up the leather riding jacket in my arms that had only just been rescued from the coat closet. A small nervous smile is all that's given as he slips it on, careful the whole time to keep his eyes plastered to the ground. As soon as he's sufficiently shuffled into the worn leather he bounces away from me as though I might bite him.

He looks entirely too mouthwatering with my riding jacket draped around his dainty shoulders to protect him from the chill. It's several sizes too big for him, and that in combination with the fact that he's wearing something that's mine and has my scent all over it has me drooling...But I can't even enjoy it with him spiraling into a very unnecessary rabbit hole.

"S-Silas...I don't..." Adrian shifts his eyes from side to side and wraps his arms around himself, "I've never...I don't know how to ride on that!" He seems so utterly astounded that I've even asked him to try. It's not like I'm asking him to drive the damn thing...And it takes damn near everything in me not to make a comment that I know would light up his face redder than a stoplight.

I can't resist the urge to hold him though and wrapping my arms around his delicate waist before stealing an almost chaste kiss soothes us both. He doesn't hesitate to sigh and curl into my chest as though he had been waiting to be wrapped up in my love again. He fits so perfectly against my body and it only serves to further prove the fact that we were made for each other. He was made for me. My sweet boy. With anyone else, I would have just left. I don't have time for someone to sort out their fear of motorcycles when I may or may not have better things to do...but this is Adrian. My Adrian. My Baby.

I can't even find fault in him being nervous... He's so small and fragile-looking... Like a stained glass window, he's a work of art. Beautiful to look at but so very easy to shatter. At least he seems self-aware of it though

It catches me off guard when his hands slip under my shirt once his arms worm their way around my waist, palms flat resting on the small of my back. I can't say I'll ever complain about how amazing the sparks shooting up and down my spine at the innocent contact. This is what it is to be his safe place. I'll never complain over my Sweet Boy seeking comfort through the skin to skin contact. It's exciting and new, and it makes me ecstatic knowing that it'll never get old. I can't imagine ever holding him and not wanting him in every single way possible. To not want to hear him laugh and see him smile, comfort him when he cries... I want him every single moment of every single day for the rest of our lives...which may end up being here at the North Pine pack's commune if Adrian won't get on the fucking bike.

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Adrian
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"The only important part you need to be able to do is hang on go me, Sweetheart, and look! You seem to do that really well." Silas sounds wary as his hands rub up and down my back in long soothing strokes. Not impatient...just maybe tired over my hesitation.

A just hesitation...but a hesitation all the same.

He wanted me to get on that old Harley Davidson death trap. Like actually sit on it. Behind him. While it's on and running and actually on the street with no doors and nothing to protect us from being shmeared onto the road like cream cheese on a bagel if a car doesn't see us or ignores a red light.