My feet are back on solid ground, but the vibrations from the motorbike’s engine continue to buzz throughout my body. I take my helmet off, shaking my hair loose and a goofy smile stretches across my face. Having my arms wrapped around Tanner’s waist as we fly down city streets places me on cloud nine.

After I begged him to take my mind off of everything yesterday, he refused to leave me alone. He fixed us something for dinner and stayed the night. I’m not complaining, but I won’t lie, I am freaking out. I don’t do relationships and Tanner doesn’t do the sweet boyfriend thing.

He takes his helmet off and runs his hand through his dark hair. I love the messiness of it after he’s been riding. He grabs my hand and pulls me into him before kissing me briefly. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” He smirks and I laugh.

“I won’t do anything that you wouldn’t do,” I tell him, passing him my helmet.

He shakes his head. “How are you getting home?”

“I’ll grab a ride with one of the girls.” I cross my arms, attempting to stand my ground. “Go on, get out of here.” With that, Tanner puts his helmet back on and tucks the spare into the side basket. As I walk towards Twisted Sister his bike engine roars to life.

I walk in the back entrance and straight into the office. Only Jesse and Becky — the manager I hired — know that I own Twisted Sister. I still work here and take shifts like everyone else, but the less people know about me the better. I’m leaning over the desk, catching up on everything I’ve missed this week when Becky walks in.

“Who’s the hottie with the bike?” she asks, sitting up on the desk beside where I’m working.

I keep my eyes glued on the paperwork in front of me, I was hoping the music had drowned out the noise and no one had noticed Tanner dropping me off. Even though we have been whatever we are for the past six months or so, we have never been in public together. There is no denying something has shifted between us, over the last twenty-four hours.

Sensing that I’m not going to respond she continues, “I saw you guys on the camera; I was in here when you pulled up.” I sigh and meet her inquisitive eyes. “Holy shit,” she gasps, with the biggest smile on her face. “We like him don’t we?”

I bend over flicking my hair down so I can chuck it up in a high ponytail. I have no idea how she does it, but this girl can read people. Meeting her eyes again with a little wink I say, “There is no we in this situation, Becky, now let’s get out there.”