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spend enough time in bars and you learn how to get rid of guys like that.”  She swallowed hard.  It was hard to keep her cool with this guy touching her face but she forced herself to not break out into shivering squeals.
    “I love a girl who can handle herself.”  He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her.  Inches from her mouth he hesitated.  He was close enough that Harley could feel the heat from his body and his breath on her face.  He wore cologne that smelled expensive and intoxicating.  It wasn’t until he pulled away that she became aware of the crowd around them again.  The closeness of his body, the heat and his scent had temporarily created a bubble around them both.  As he pulled away and dropped his hand from her face, the roar of the music and crowd came rushing back in at the same time as her breath.  She looked into his face and she could tell that he felt the same way.  His eyes had gone impossibly dark.  She could barely make out any blue at all and his lips were parted as he breathed deeply. 
    He grabbed her hand and without a word walked quickly towards the exit.  She had to trot to keep up with his longer stride and her face split into a goofy grin that she was glad he couldn’t see.  As they emerged from the bar the cool night air rushed over her skin.  The black tank top that she wore was slightly too cold for the fall weather but since she hadn’t planned on being outside long it hadn’t mattered.  Now, as the air washed over her arms she felt tiny pricks as goose flesh rose.  She welcomed the crisp air against her raw senses.  It was refreshing and invigorating.  Levi glanced back at her. 
    “Here,” he said letting go of her hand and unzipping his dark gray hoodie.
    “No, I’m fine.  I don’t mind the cold.”
    “Well, if you don’t take it, it’s going to get a lot colder,” he pointed to a motorcycle parked across the street.  He smiled and held the jacket out to her.  Underneath he wore a black tee-shi rt that fit snugly.  She could tell that he was well muscled and she wanted to run her hands over his shoulders.  Some kind of tribal looking tattoo trailed into the crook of his left arm from underneath his sleeve.
    She looked to where he was pointing.  “Oooh.  OKaaay,” she said hesitantly.
    “Have you ever been on a bike?”
    “No.  I can’t say that I have ever come across the opportunity,” she answered honestly.
    He smiled wickedly.  “Well this night is going to be exceptionally memorable then,” he laughed.
    She returned the laugh and accepted his jacket.  She slipped it on and shivered, but not from the cold air.  The jacket still held his warmth and smelled like him.  It swallowed her in warm softness.  The sleeves hung over her hands and the bottom came down to mid-thigh.  
    He took her hand again and led her to the bike.  After helping her on he swung his leg over and started the bike.  The bike forced them to sit extremely close.  Levi’s back and hips were pressed into her and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation until he started the bike.  It roared to life underneath her and she reflexively grabbed the bike seat for security.  It rumbled powerfully beneath her and she giggled silently at the parallels that ran through her head.  Levi reached behind him and held his hands open.  It took her a second to figure out that he was searching for her hands.  She grabbed his warm, rough hands and he pulled them around his waist where he placed them at his belt buckle.  He left them there with a pat and warned, “Hang on.”  She gripped his belt and fought the urge to giggle.  That urge was quickly sucked out of her as he roared away from the curb.
    She kept her face close to his back to try and block the wind from her eyes as he ripped through the streets.   She couldn’t be sure how fast he was going but it seemed supersonic to her.  Buildings and lights blurred past her.  At this time of night, there