Better With You (Better Love 2)

“How far do you live?”

“Not far,” he says, without looking up from his phone. “Three miles off campus.”

I survey him. “How much do you weigh?” I ask after a second, and he chuckles.

“Like 210. Why?”

I freaking knew it. Dude’s probably solid muscle, too. I look at his bicep, and he flexes under my gaze, making me laugh out loud. When I meet his eyes, he winks and flashes me a flirty grin. I shake my head at him.

“Baby has a weight limit, but I think I can ride you if we go slow.” I try to keep the innuendo from my voice, but his smirk tells me he didn’t miss it.

“Oh yeah?”

“On the bike, Romeo,” I say with a laugh. “I can give you a lift on my bike. Might be a little wonky just because you’re, uh, big. And I’m not.” I scrunch up my nose and bounce my eyes between him and Baby. “And I might need you to help a little for balance if we hit a light, but we can try it.”

“I can show you a way so there’s no stoplights.” He adds, “You sure?”

“Yep, just listen to me in case I need you to do something,” I say as we head toward Baby. “I don’t have a helmet for you, but they’re not required in Indiana.”

“It’s cool. Just don’t go crazy.”

“I don’t think we could go crazy even if we wanted to.”