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shaky?
    "That's okay, Paige. I respond very well to challenges."
    And with that he leaves me practically breathless as he turns around and grabs a helmet from the back of the bike.
    I finally find my voice. "What are you doing?"
    He hands me the helmet. "I'm getting you set up. I'm sorry I don't have anywhere to store your bag, but it should be fine around you like that. Let's get this helmet on you, though."
    I step back and refuse to take the helmet from him. "I'm not getting on that thing."
    He looks confused. "Why not? You said you'd come out to dinner with me. It's perfectly safe."
    "I... I don't think I can."
    I will my voice to sound even and my hands to stop shaking. Brady's expression softens and he puts a big hand on my shoulder.
    "You've never been on a bike, have you? I've had bikes since I was fifteen and I'm very good. I promise to take it slow and get you there safely. Trust me, okay?"
    Some part of me is screaming in my head, telling me this is a bad idea. I decide to throw caution to the wind and nod my head. If he would just take his hand off of my shoulder, I might be able to make better choices. It's too late now, though, and within five minutes I am wearing his helmet and he is helping me onto the motorcycle. He gets on in front of me and turns his head to look at me.
    "Okay, just wrap your arms around my waist and press your body up as close to mine as you can."
    The expression on my face must be very telling because now he's cracking up. "I'm kidding. You can just hold on to my hips if you want. If you're scared, though, you should wrap your arms around me, but you don't have to press your chest into my back."
    I give him as dirty a look as I can, considering half of my face is obscured. "Jerk," I tell him, but I wrap my arms around his waist anyway and all of a sudden I love motorcycles.
    The bike roars to life and Brady squeezes my right hand with his before grabbing the handlebars. And then we're moving. He is going slowly, like he said, but the feeling of the bike tilting slightly as we round the corners of the campus parking lot is a little bit scary. He keeps his word and doesn't drive like a maniac once we hit the nearly deserted service road that takes us from the campus to Biscayne Boulevard. When we stop at the light, Brady puts one foot down and turns to look at me.
    "Okay?" he yells over the roar of the engine.
    I'm still clinging on to him for dear life so I simply nod my head. The light changes and we're moving again. I just close my eyes and try to ignore my fear of decorating the road with my body parts and just enjoy being able to be physically close to another human being without freaking. It is short lived, however, because not even five minutes pass by before I feel the bike slow down and pull into a parking lot. Reluctantly, I let go of Brady and work on getting off the bike without touching the exhaust pipe as he told me. I even manage to do it gracefully; I keep myself from falling headfirst onto the pavement.
    "You like sushi?"
    I look up and realize we are at one of my favorite restaurants in South Florida. It's one of those little Japanese/Thai combo places that looks like a dive, but has surprisingly great food. "I love this place."
    "Perfect."
    He holds a hand out towards me and I look at him, confused. Are we supposed to hold hands now? That wasn't part of the deal and it won't help me pretend I'm not attracted to him. After a moment, he reaches for the strap of my bag and I realize my mistake.
    "Let me carry that for you," he says.
    "Thank you, but I'm fine. You don't have to do that."
    He gives me a look. "Paige, please allow me to be a gentleman and let me carry your gym bag for you."
    I relent. The stern nature of his 'request' is actually really sexy. "Ok. Be thankful that I prefer black to pink or you'd look a little bit ridiculous right now."
    He holds the door to the restaurant open for me. "I wouldn't mind carrying your pink bag around, Paige."
    I roll my eyes as we