That broke the spell and she laughed gently. “Oh give me a break.”
He stood up and offered her his hand. She accepted.
“Come on, my cute Chelsea, let’s go before I lose my resolve and do something really stupid.”
The thought sent a tremor through Chelsea’s body.
As they walked back to the motorcycle, Chelsea realized she was cold and stiff. How long had they been sitting on that cold, hard stone? They put on the heavy helmets and got on the bike. Chelsea hung on tightly and it felt good. He started the engine, disintegrating the magic of the night, and they made their way back down the hill.
Chelsea’s mind wrestled with a thousand conflicting thoughts. Did he mean what he said? Could she really...
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