“Relax?” he said with a tiny laugh. “I’m relaxed,” he nodded. “And I’d take ownership to mean that if you want me to stay with you, then I stay with you. It’s all up to you, really. And you have cats? I didn’t know that, I don’t think.” A small smile made its way across his face. “I absolutely love animals! So, I get to meet your cats, then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “And something absurd, then? Like what?”
Summer’s whole face lit up as soon as he mentioned loving animals. Okay, so maybe this would turn into something better than expected. She’d only played the game for a lark, after all. “I have to think of it. Start with the cats. Do you want to walk or drive to my apartment? I’d … kinda like a ride on your motorcycle.”
“I can give you a ride on my motorcycle, then,” he said with a nod and a smile. “Just hold on a minute.” He then went off to find a helmet for her to wear. Returning to the room, he handed her the helmet that he had found for her, his own still in his hand. “Alright, let’s go!”
Summer stuffed her braid down the back of her shirt, buckled the helmet on, and climbed quickly onto the back of Steve’s bike. “I’ve always wanted a motorcycle of my own,” she confessed to him, trying to figure out where her feet should go. Hands were easy; disdaining shyness for safety, she locked her arms around his waist, muffling shrieks of glee into his shoulder.