His facial features strained, becoming serious. He was going to…įord licked his bottom lip. He swung my right leg to the left side of the bike, framing my body with his. “Stay seated.” He removed my helmet and placed both his and mine behind me. He unfastened my chinstrap and teased, “Let’s see if your hair has static.”
Not because of anything he’s doing, but because usually that is when men, and sometimes women, stop looking at me all together. He studied me just as he did back in the jail, from head to toe. I waited for him to say, “But your body could use some work.” Or my personal favorite, “It’s a shame you forgot to take care of the rest of you.”įord didn’t say anything of the sort. I’d heard the “pretty face but” backhanded compliment my entire life.
“Allow me.” His big hands came under my chin.
Quickly, I looked down at the bike and reached up to take my helmet off. His brow furrowed into a straight line when he caught me staring at him. When he removed his helmet, I noticed his eyes weren’t as dark as before. Mindful of where I sat, he lifted his leg and got off the bike. Kicking the stand, he got to his feet and cut the engine. Ford pushed a button, and the garage lights came on as the door closed. The bike rolled into the garage and stopped. *the set up: Lex and Ford go for a ride on his motorcycle The Undergrad Years is a New Adult contemporary miniseries about first loves, independence, and everlasting friendships.Įxcerpt from Chapter Seven: The Ride of My Life Lex Easton, women’s studies major, motorcycle enthusiast, and virgin. I gotta protect them and keep my mouth shut. Why should I? My friends and I had a previous stint in juvie that nearly destroyed us. His inked body is jacked like a superhero, and he says I can trust him. Officer Ford Gotti, the Harley-wheelin’ biker cop who arrested us, keeps sticking his perfectly-sculpted nose into my case. Like I’m walking around Soho with a stick of dynamite in my Louis Vuitton purse-not! Now, my besties and I are in jail. According to the police report, this vomit-inducing incident happened around the same time I’d supposedly blown-up my mother’s penthouse. This summer, I’d planned to celebrate my eighteenth birthday in Europe with my fellow Manhattanites-Taddy Brill, Blake Morgan, and Vive Farnworth-until I caught my boyfriend screwing my mother. ONE-CLICK * $0.99 CENTS * LIMITED TIME ONLY
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