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“
Not today.”
I place my hands on his chest, hoping I don't seem rude. I'd rather
wait to introduce him until we've gone out a few more times. As it
is, I still barely know him.

Thankfully, he
doesn't seem offended. He glances at the house, then back at me. “Are
you ready to go?”

“
You should
have told me you were bringing a motorcycle. I would have worn
pants.” I frown.

“
Hm.” He
looks at me thoughtfully. “You should have told me you were
going to look so gorgeous, and I would have brought a car.”

“
I should go
change.” I force myself away from him to head back inside, a
bit disappointed that all of my fretting over my outfit was for
nothing.

He grabs my hand as
I try to walk away, pulling me back to him. “Or you could just
tuck the skirt between your legs. It's long enough.”

“
That's
awkward. I'd rather change.” I blink at him.

“
It will be
fine.” He retreats back to the motorcycle, leaving me no choice
but to follow him.

I give a lingering
glance toward the windows.
Mother
would be so proud if she saw me doing this.
With
a sigh, I relent, swinging my leg over the bike behind him and doing
my best to tuck the skirt up so that it will both cover me and not
get caught up in the bike.

“
This is
dangerous,” I grumble.

“
Live a
little, Sarah.” Tristan casts a charming smile at me as he
pushes his helmet down over my head. It's big, but it still messes up
my hair.

“
What about
you?” I ask him, my voice filled with concern.

“
I'll be fine.
Keeping you safe is what's important.” He presses a button to
start the engine.

“
I've never
done this before,” I yell over the sound of the engine.

“
Just hold on,
lean with me when I lean, keep your feet on the foot-pegs, and we
should be fine.” He backs out of the driveway before I even
have a chance to respond, and all I can do is cling to him, my heart
beating to the point that I worry it might explode.

The wind whips past
us as he pulls out of the neighborhood and picks up speed on the
highway. I'm terrified the entire time. This isn't exactly what I
would call fun. Even though my dress is hiked up and tucked, I can
feel it beating against my legs, and there's a constant fear that it
will come undone, get caught in the bike, and we'll both be dead. I'm
never happier when he finally slows down and pulls into the state
park. My grip relaxes on his waist, and I allow myself to look
around, wondering what he has planned.

He drives for a
while until we get to a nice spot next to a pond. Then he rolls to a
stop and kills the engine. My arms ache from holding onto him so
tightly, and my thighs are a bit sore from squeezing the bike, but
all of that goes away when I see him open up the storage compartment
and pull out a red and white checkered blanket.

“
Are we going
to have a picnic?” I ask, pulling the helmet off of my head and
placing it on the bike.

“
It looks like
a good day for it.” Tristan gazes up at the sun through the
trees for a moment before he returns his attention to extracting
Tupperware filled with food from the storage compartment.

He hands me two
bottles of water and several containers, and then he closes the
storage compartment and begins walking towards the pond. I follow
him, biting my bottom lip as I stare at his ass in tight jeans. Good
lord, he's hot. He's hot and romantic and perfect, and he wants me.
That's the most important part. He wants me.

I watch him spread
the blanket on the ground, and then we sit together to go through the
Tupperware. He brought turkey sandwiches, deviled eggs, grapes, and a
container with extra pieces of bread.

“
What are
these for?” I ask, looking at the one container full of bread.

“
To feed the
ducks.” He nods at the pond, where there are several ducks
already heading towards us in anticipation.

“
You're so
thoughtful.” I grin at him, brushing a strand of hair behind my
ear and thinking about what a mess I probably look like.

“
And you're so
beautiful.” He stares across at me, scooting closer and
reaching up to caress my face. The electricity is there, and I find
myself closing my eyes as he leans in to kiss me. His lips feel like
heaven on top of mine. So gentle, so earnest.

Warmth fills my
chest. Love. How can I love someone I don't even really know? That
doesn't seem to matter right now though. We'll get to know each
other. It will just take some time.

“
You're
insanely perfect. You know that right?” I tell him when he
finally pulls away. “Sometimes, I think you're not even real.”

He smiles broadly at
me, looking bashful. “I'm not perfect, Sarah. No one is.”

“
Well, you
sure have me fooled.” I look out at the pond. The entire
setting is completely romantic. The small grassy hill we're on. The
rippling water. The picnic. It's as if he knows everything about me,
everything I like.

“
I hope you
like turkey.” He lifts up the container that has our
sandwiches.

“
I'm going to
get fat dating you,” I tease, but then immediately feel
insecure about bringing up the dating word. Is it too early to say
it?

“
You could
stand to gain a pound or two.” He hands one of the sandwiches
over to me.

We eat in near
silence, taking in the ambiance. I keep finding myself staring at
him, swooning, feeling like this is just a dream I'll wake up from. I
can't imagine Shawn's words being true. Tristan seems so stable. It's
hard to picture him being unsettled, or even unhappy, for that
matter. I hope I never have to see him unhappy. I hope it's always
like this with us. Just like this.

“
Sorry I
didn't bring any wine,” he comments as he twists the top off of
his bottle of water.

“
No. Don't
apologize.” I shake my head. “Drinking and driving and
all. And on a motorcycle, no less.”

“
Yeah. That
was my thought too. I should have really brought the car instead.”
He narrows his eyes at the motorcycle as if it suddenly became his
enemy.

“
It's fine. It
was . . . different.” The bike is definitely my enemy.

“
You seemed
scared to death. I was more worried about you crushing my ribs than I
was about crashing.” He breaks into a toothy grin.

“
I'm sorry.”
I cower a bit. “That was my first time, and it was a bit
unnerving.”

“
You don't
like it, do you?” He scrunches up his face at me.

“
If we're
being honest, not really.” I feel kind of bad for disappointing
him. It's obvious he really enjoys riding his motorcycle. I don't
think it's very safe though or practical.

“
Well, you
can't know unless you try it.” His eyes darken a bit. He's
fixed on my face, looking intense. I almost forgot he can be this
way. It's like the wheels inside his head are turning on some secret.
Or maybe I'm just reading him wrong. Either way, it makes me feel
uncomfortable.

“
No, you
can't,” I say finally, looking away from him and popping a
grape into my mouth. “The ducks are getting brave.”

“
They are.”
He glances over at a brace of ducks beginning to surround us like
they're about to hold us hostage for our bread. He takes a piece from
the container, breaks it up, and tosses it out to them. They flock in
the direction of the food, giving us a bit more space.

For the next ten
minutes, we feed the ducks. I switch between hand-feeding them and
tossing out bits of bread. A mother with her ducklings comes ashore,
and I about die of a cuteness overload.

“
How
adorable,” I squeal as I reserve a slice of bread exclusively
for the mother duck.

Tristan's smile
softens as he watches me feed her. “Do you like kids?”

“
Mhm.” I
nod, trying not to fawn too much over the adorable little fuzzy
ducklings.

“
How many do
you want someday?”

“
Two.” I
always pictured myself having a boy and a girl. The perfect family.

“
I'd like two
as well,” he says thoughtfully.

“
Awe duckies,
I'm out of bread.” I frown as the last of the bread gets
devoured. It's both a sadness and a relief. I kind of want the momma
and her babies to stick around, but at the same time, I'd like all
the ducks to disperse so I can spend more time concentrating on
Tristan.

“
I'm sure
someone else will come along to feed them,” he reassures me.

“
I'm sure.
They definitely won't starve to death.” I dust off my hands and
return to the blanket.

Tristan scoots next
to me, wrapping his arm me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. I lean
into him, sighing contently. What an amazing day. Little do I know
that it's about to take a drastic turn.

CHAPTER FOUR

We're back at
Tristan's house and inside his bedroom. The motorcycle ride here
wasn't so bad, mainly because my mind was focused on how perfect
everything has been. I know what happens next, and I'm surprisingly
ready for it. Everything with Tristan just feels so right. I don't
regret giving myself to him at all, not like I thought I would.

“
Did
you like your surprise?” he asks, approaching me with lust in
his eyes. He cups my cheek with his hand, sliding his thumb across my
bottom lip. I take it into my mouth, feeling my own desires coming to
life.

“
Mhm,”
I moan softly, nodding.

“
I
have another surprise for you.” He takes a step closer. I give
him a confused look, following his lead as he backs me up against the
wall.

“
What
surprise might that be?” My words are cut off by his lips
pressing hungrily against mine. This kiss is a lot less gentle than
the ones at the park, filled with need and carnal urges. I suck on
his tongue, feeling the blood pumping through my body, heading
straight to my clit to make it throb.

“
It
wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” He turns
me around to face the wall. Nervousness fills me. Hopefully, he
doesn't want to give it to me in the butt. That's not really
something I think I'm into.

I listen to the soft
sound of rustling clothes, and then he slips something over my head,
obscuring my view. Instantly, all arousal washes away with panic, and
I reach my hand up to stop him. “Tristan, no.” I pull at
the blindfold.

“
Shhh,”
he whispers into my ear, though he doesn't recoil. “Trust me. I
haven't hurt you yet, have I?”

“
I
don't like this,” I insist, standing as still as a statue.
We're at some strange sexual stalemate. He's not backing off, but
neither am I.

“
I'll
make you like it. I promise.” He kisses my earlobe, and I melt.
His voice is soothing, making me believe him. I think about what he
said earlier about not knowing if you like something unless you try
it. I didn't like the motorcycle ride, but I got used to it. Maybe
this will be similar. Maybe I will like it. He's given me such an
amazing day. I do want to return the favor, and if this is the only
way that I can, then I suppose it won't hurt.

“
Fine.”
I relent, putting my hands against the wall and allowing him to
finish tying the blindfold behind my head.

“
That's
a good girl.” He kisses the back of my head when he's done.
“Don't move.”

It feels scary not
being able to see anything, but I trust him. He hikes my dress up
over my hips and immediately goes for my underwear, pulling them all
the way down to the floor. I wonder if he noticed I actually wore
something cute for him, a pair of yellow and white stripped bikini
briefs to match the dress. I tried to find some with flowers, but
this was as close as I could get.

“
This
is going to sting, but it should feel good,” he warns me two
seconds before his hand slaps across my ass. The sound of it makes me
jump just as much as the feel. It's so unexpected.