Epilogue

Honey

Sweat trickles across my exposed skin as I lie draped across Zach's bike. With my eyes closed, I let the sun's heat beat down on me, reminding me how lucky I am. Adjusting my back, my skin sticks to the leather seat, loving the subtlest pain as I pull away. I hear his footsteps before I open my eyes to look at my boyfriend as he makes his way toward me with a chuckle. "I'll never get how you find that position comfortable, Honeycomb."

I pull my body up completely, leaning my arms against the handlebar, and dip my sunglasses. With one leg draped over the top box, and the other dangling by the pedal, I keep my face serious. "It's not, but what can I say? I like the look on your face when you find me hanging all over your bike."

My leg dangles with a teasing edge, and I shift my hips enough for Zach to notice. He licks his lips, his eyes eating me up, and steps closer. When he gets to me, he rests his hands on my torso, leaning in for a kiss. It's been months since our first kiss, but the small connection still wreaks havoc on my body.

"Mm-hm, do you ever have anything other than sex on your mind?" He muses, drawing his lips away to no doubt study my shameless expression.

"Not when you're around. What can I say? You make my head fuzzy?" It's true, and I'm no longer afraid to admit it.

"How will you survive a four-hour journey with your legs wrapped around my waist?" He drops his center to my hips, making sure I can feel the drag of his erection against my shorts. He's playing with fire, and I like it.

Giving him a sly smile, I flick my gaze to his crotch and then to his face. "I think the real question is how you'll survive knowing the vibrations are keeping me satisfied." I tease, pulling him by the shirt to force him closer. "Besides, why drive a car that looks like a pink dildo when I can use your bike as a pseudo-vibrator?"

He groans in annoyance against my mouth and adjusts my legs so he can stand between them. "Don't give me any ideas, Honeycomb. We were covered in darkness the last time we fooled around on my bike. I can't do anything to you in broad daylight." He bites at the shell of my ear, and I throw my head back, hooking my legs around him.

"I guess we'll just have to use my car for daytime fondling, then."

He shakes his head, moving away to look me in the face. "Speaking of that monstrosity," he says playfully. "Is it on its way?"

I nod, giving another kiss. "Yup. It's packed away with the rest of our stuff in the removal van. Leaving later Watched it leave just in case my mother tried to stop it." I laugh, but the sad reality is that she did try to block me from moving to St. Michael's with Zach. Neither she nor my father can believe that Zach and I are still going strong after graduation. I'll never forget the look on their faces when they realized we'd be going to college together.

Watching them realize they were powerless to stop our relationship and having to watch from the sidelines was priceless. I don't strive for their approval anymore. Or anyone's, for that matter, just my own.

Pulling out of my hold, Zach reaches for the top box, pulling our helmets out. "When are Tiff and Ella joining us?" I ask as he throws me my helmet.

"In a couple of weeks. They have a few things to organize before they can leave the state." I nod curtly. Those things involve talking to a lawyer about Jamie and Ella. Jamie still has no idea he's a father, much to my dismay. He's off to Southern Collegiate in two weeks, and I thought he had a right to know. He may have been an ass to me, but this is something more serious than a high school girlfriend who was pushed on you. Zach and Tiff however, want to understand her rights first because they're worried about Jamie's dad, which is understandable. I've let it slide for now, but soon I'll have to push them.

"Are you ready for this, Honeycomb?" Zach asks, tapping my helmet down. I don't know what this entails, but I nod anyway. I never imagined that I'd be going to St. Michael's with a boyfriend, let alone their new starting quarterback, but I couldn't be happier. I know things won't always be perfect between us, but there's no one else I'd rather be fighting with than him.

"Bring it on," I say with a smile and toss my leg over the motorbike, making room for him to sit in front.

He tilts his head, looking at me with an uneasy smile. "Okay, well, be prepared. It's a four-hour drive from here to St. Michael's. You're going to be holding on to me for a while."

"I'd be holding on to you for longer if I had a choice."

He takes his seat, and I clasp my arms around him, laying my front against his back, and close my eyes.

My stomach flips when we ride out of town toward our new lives.

THE END