Biker's Virgin

“Sure thing,” he agreed.

I went back into my room and changed into sweats and a hoodie. It had been a while since we’d played basketball, and I decided this meeting was necessary. I knew that Megan’s relationship with her parents wasn’t the easiest one and Brent was the only sibling she had, so I wanted to make the effort with her family. I would have done as much even if I hadn’t known Brent at all. In fact, it might have been easier had I not known him beforehand.

On my way out, I grabbed my phone and started texting Megan my plans for the day. “Hi, beautiful,” I wrote. “So I wanted to surprise you and show up at your doorstep with a muffin and the offer to drive you to work, but your brother called and asked to hang. Hopefully I’ll see you tonight, though?”

I had just gotten into my car when I heard a message alert. I grabbed my phone to read’s Megan’s answering message.

“You are too sweet…but I think it’s a great idea to hang out with Brent today. He’s been a bit mopey lately and I’ve been worried about him. Maybe he just needs some guy bonding or whatever…and maybe…I don’t know, you could advise him a little? He says he has this business he’s trying to start up, but he’s so shady about it, and I still don’t know what he’s really trying to do. So maybe you could ask about it? Only if you think the timing is right. Hopefully I’ll see you after I get back from work. Other than that, have a great day!”

I was about to wish her a good day back, but something stopped me. Something about that seemed too formal for our current relationship status. I realized that there was something else I wanted to say to her and the urge was banging me over the head. I didn’t analyze the desire too hard. Instead, I pulled I wrote back quickly and sent the message before I lost my nerve.

“You, too,” I replied. “I love you.”

I stared at my message and I watched the two little ticks next to my message turn blue as Megan undoubtedly read it. I waited for a moment, with baited breath, wondering if she would reply back immediately or send back an emoji in order to avoid answering back at all.

I started to panic suddenly. What if this was too soon? What if she didn’t actually feel the same way about me? What if… My doubts were endless, and I was starting to feel like an idiot for sending her that message.

At that moment, my phone rang, and I knew instinctively it was Megan without even looking down at my screen. I almost dropped my phone in an attempt to answer it.

“Hello.”

“Hello?” Megan’s tone was disbelieving.

I smiled. “Umm…yes.”

“Seriously?” She sounded incredulous and happy all at the same time and I hoped that meant that despite the fact that she had been taken off guard, she was happy about my declaration.

“Uh… Megan…”

“I cannot believe you texted that to me!” she said, cutting me off.

I laughed. “That was poor judgement on my part.”

“That’s your defense?” she replied. “Poor judgement?”

“Well… I felt it in that moment and I wanted you to know how I felt…immediately,” I said.

“You could have called,” she pointed out.

I smiled. “In hindsight, I should have called. Actually, I should have waited till we were face to face to say tha

t to you.”

“That would have been the better moment,” she agreed.

“I just couldn’t wait any longer,” I said. “It’s a weak defense, but it’s the only one I’ve got.”

She was silent for a moment. “Do you really?” she asked quietly, in a tone that was serious and hesitant.

“Do I what?” I asked.

“Do you really…love me?” Megan asked.

I smiled. “I do,” I told her, without missing a beat. “I love you, Megan.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “I did not expect that when I woke up this morning.”

“Is that…a good thing?” I asked nervously, conscious of the fact that she hadn’t said it back to me yet.