The night was warm, with the cool breeze from the shore windy enough to ruin the hair you’d spent an hour doing. You’d also spent an hour on just about every aspect of yourself tonight.

Why? Because it was your first date with Rafe Cameron.

You two had started off slow, teasing, almost. But when he finally asked you out, you were overjoyed, and you realized this wasn’t a joke anymore, it was real. So here you two are, sitting at an expensive restaurant, talking and laughing to each other.

You were well past eating, and so was he, your empty plates stained with pasta sauce and fork scrapings still on the table. When a waiter came by, Rafe waves him down.

“Hey man, can we get the check, please?” He asks smoothly, glancing at you. “Just one.”

You raise your brows, shaking your head. “No, please. I can pay for myself.” You insist, but Rafe dismisses the idea.

“Just one.” He tells the waiter in a firmer tone, and a few minutes later he’s paid and you two are outside the restaurant, waiting.

“So let me get this straight, your calling a taxi right now?” Rafe asks you, and you shake your head sheepishly. “That’s bullshit. Let me take you home.”

A breathy laugh escapes you, one thats in disbelief. “No, Rafe, please. You’ve already done enough.”

Rafe steps closer, resting his hands on your waist as if it’d make you cave—which it did. “I don’t mind.” He tells you. “Ugh, fine.” You say, smiling as he leads you over to his…bike?

You’d always been into guys who owned a bike, and this just made you like Rafe even more. Rafe hands you a helmet, and you take it mindlessly as you keep your focus his motorbike.

“Impressed?” He asks, his voice like silk. You smirk, glancing at him as you slip the helmet on. “Very.”

With that, Rafe also puts on his helmet and gets on, patting the seat behind him for you to sit. You laugh, shaking your head as you sit down behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your body into him.

“Comfy?” He asks, his voice muffled as he turned the engine. “Mhm.” You hum, watching him rev his engine in a way that shouldn’t have turned you on, but it did.

Before Rafe speeds off, he turns his head to you. “So…where to? Your house or mine?”