10. Chapter 10
I pulled up to the garage(Where we had agreed to meet) and got out.
Smiling as I took in the scene, I found Harry continuing to work on his motorcycle.
I walked inside the garage and watched him, placing my hands on my hips.
It had been a few days since our date and since then, we decided to meet again.
The garage was the place to find him through the week and I didn't mind because, somehow, the garage felt welcoming.
He continued to fiddle with things on his motorcycle and I smiled watching as I then leaned against the doorway.
"Working there, Mr. Hotshot?" I ask and his head snaps in my direction.
After taking me in, a grin appears on his face. "Trying to, Mrs. Hot stuff."
I giggled and walked on over.
He had a work-stool set there and I sat down on it while he continued to work.
As I watched him, I slowly became entranced by what he was doing.
Even though I had no clue as to what he was trying to do, I continued to watch, fascinated.
He was dirty as ever with his oil-stained t-shirt and his face dainted with grease stains.
As I took in his appearance, I smiled.
He really did work hard and he really was a guy--Always getting dirty and never complaining about it.
Suddenly he scooted out from under the motor cycle and sat up.
I watched him curiously from my stool which was very low.
He pulled the stool close and it came since wheels were attached to the bottom.
"I can't concentrate when you're lips are just begging me to kiss them." He said before he kissed me deeply.
Slightly taken aback, I kissed him back, placing my hands on the sides of his face.
He smiled and slowly pulled away, leaving me with a feeling of want and desire.
As our eyes gazed into each others', he smiled. "I haven't been able to get your lips off of my mind for the past three days.
I blushed slightly at his comment. Did he really mean that?
He smiled and then I pecked his lips. "How is your bike coming along?"
He stood up and looked down at it. "Well, I'm having a bit of trouble getting it to run, but I'm still working at it."
"It looks nice." I say looking at it.
He smiles at me. "Thanks."
As I turned to look around, I noticed taht no one was really here other than Harry.
"The slowest we've had all week." He says smiling at me.
"At least it gives you time to fix your Harley." I say smiling at him.
He nods. "Yeah, this is true..."
"But it's not good for your pay check." I say.
He chuckles. "No, not really."
Harry looks at the Harley, then at me. "You like coming to visit me here, don't you?"
Blushing slightly, I nod. "Yeah....I always catch you when you're focused and dirty."
"You like that?" He says smiling. "When I'm covered in dirt and oil stains?"
"Yeah." I say. "It makes you actually look like a guy should. It makes you look sexy." I admit, my eyes trailing off somewhere else.
I hear him chuckle, then I turned to look at him.
"Ok, I'll take that into consideration." He says smiling.
He was so easy to be around--I liked it--but something kept telling me to run--to hide.
Something deep within me told me he was dangerous, but I never comprehended it....