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There were parts and tools strewn over the garage floor when she opened the door.
“Something wrong with Beauty?”
“Nah. Just an oil change and a once over before we get on the road.”
Alcina leaned against the door frame and silently observed him work on his bike. Beauty was the bike he usually took on jaunts around town or when they rode together on the weekends. Her speed wasn't anything to scoff at but she ultimately rode with comfort in mind. His other bike Beast, though? Beast was the speed demon when he wanted to tear the highway up and leave the streets scorched in his wake. When he went out on Beast, you didn't see anything except a trail of smoke behind him.
He stood and walked over to the workbench. She stared as he searched for something in the tool box atop the table. His rippling muscles entranced her and the way the gigantic longhorns tattoo on his back laid across them was perfection. Every movement made the horns seem larger than life. Never a more fitting tattoo for a man nicknamed Bull. She was in such a daze fantasizing about him, she didn't realize he'd busted her. He laughed as she blushed and stuck her tongue out.
Once Bull was finally satisfied with her condition, he deemed the bike ready for the road. He grabbed his t-shirt off the bench and threw it on. After he'd put on his shirt, he realized they were in matching outfits: black shirts and dark blue jeans. "Looks like we'll be one of those couples this weekend." She walked up and began dusting a little dirt from the bench off his shirt. "What? Two people with a classic, impeccable style? Of course we are," as she tugged slightly at his collar and tiptoed up for a kiss. Hardly able to say no to her, he leaned in and kissed her. She released him with a smile and smoothed the wrinkles out she'd made in his collar. He handed Alcina her helmet before strapping a bag to the back of the bike.
“Long ride?”
“Always prepared.”
He rolled the bike into the driveway then closed and locked the garage door behind them. Bull climbed on and started it up. Alcina climbed behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She tapped his chest and within seconds they were off.
With the morning sun just breaking the horizon, they zipped through the city and made their way to the open highway. High rises gave way to suburbia, suburbia gave way to farmland, and soon the farmland gave way to forests and fields. The leaves were still mostly green but with fall knocking on nature’s door, hints of orange, yellow, and red were peppered sparsely throughout the groves of trees.
They'd been riding to nowhere in particular for a few hours. It was nearing time for a pit stop. He tapped her thigh and pointed to the approaching road sign: Taylor, 10 miles. It'd be their first stop of the day.