4
When we've polished off your six-pack, you point out toward the pits. "Are you planning on getting dirty tonight or just staying warm?"
I pout. "Rose and Emmett are somewhere out there. They didn't bring my rig, so I'm stuck here until they come back for me."
You gather our bottles and stand up, offering me a hand. "You can ride with me."
The toothy grin you throw my way when I grip your fingers mutates the butterflies you've given me into pterodactyls. They beat around my stomach and make it hard to breathe as you lead me out to your truck. I help you set up the ramp and pull your giant ATV out of the bed.
"You ready?" you ask.
I nod and climb on behind you.
The engine rumbles to life, and you reach up and take your hat off, placing it on my head. It's a very couple-like gesture. I smile into your back and wrap my arms around your middle. Your belt buckle is cool against my heated skin and I can feel the muscles in your legs clench when you shift gears. My knees squeeze you tight.
Your ATV is powerful, and the vibration from the engine flows through my whole body.
We're on the edge of the biggest pit, and you tell me to hold on tight before taking off. I'm laughing like a maniac as we dodge the other riders and get covered, head to toe, in mud.
You're constantly making sure I'm safe and that I'm having fun, and it makes it so easy to forget all my woes.
When we've hit most of the bigger pits, you park off to the side of the excitement and yell over the sounds of the other off-road vehicles. "Do you want to head for the dunes?"
My smile is big as I nod, lacing my fingers in front of you because the hills are steep, and if I don't hold tight, I'll probably fall off at some point.
Also, because I like the way you feel in my arms.
