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sleeves. "Damn, that feels nice and the smell… like a brand new car."
    Devon covered his smugness with his fingers. Scott was like putty in his hands… well, sometimes… or usually the other way around. "Now, the p ièce de résistance. "
    "You're French now, too? Just a man of many facets, aren't you, Mr. Devastation."
    The comment rang a faint alarm bell in Devon's mind. Devon had left town only three days after he and Scott had gotten back together, but even though it had only been a few days there was something different about Scott that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Scott's silent but aggressive insistence of getting  Devon off before he even removed his boots had been surprising and out of character. Not that Devon had minded all that much—or at all—but generally Scott wasn't the one to be the initiator or pursuer. Yet today he'd practically thrown himself at Devon on the step in public—not to mention fondling him.
    Of course they hadn't had a lot of public time since they'd been together. Devon's fault completely. He had big ideas on how to remedy that and in the meantime he'd just think about exactly how Scott seemed different before openly saying anything to him.
    He wondered if it had something to do with the phone call from Scott's mother. If so, getting Scott to open up was going to be tough. It probably wasn't a subject to be brought up on Valentine's Day anyway and Devon didn't want to make Scott feel self-conscious or cause any unneeded stress between them. He'd mull it over in his head, then figure out what to say or do. But first he had to solve the bike issue.
    Devon reached back and brought out what he hoped would change Scott's mind about riding with him. Scott's eyes widened when Devon put the shiny new helmet in his hands, seemingly not knowing what to do with it. Or what to say was maybe more like it.
    "It's the top of the line, safest, full-face helmet on the market. It's been tested under any and every condition and has been approved by anyone whose approval is important."
    Scott gazed up into Devon's eyes, fingers stroking over the shiny blackness as he tilted his head. His grin went from amused to concerned. "Why is this so important to you, Dev? To have me ride with you?"
    Devon bowed his head, scuffing the toe of his boot in some frosty rocks on the street before raising it again and sweeping the hair from his face. He twisted around to grab his own helmet, hesitating a moment before turning back to Scott. His mouth felt like he'd been chewing sand and his throat was more than a little clogged with something he didn't want to admit was emotion. He'd never been one to tamp down how he felt and he was the first to admit he was just a big old softie, especially when it came to people he loved. But there was a time and place for showing his wussy side and this wasn't it. He swallowed everything down then took a deep breath.
    "It's not like it's a deal-breaker and if you really don't want to do it I'm not going to be angry, but I just… I just really want to share something that's special to me. When I was growing up my mom was great but my dad… he was the biggest deal-breaker of them all, literally. "
    He paused, knowing he was making little to no sense. They weren't in the best place for him to spew his confession, especially since he didn't want to spill his heart all over the sidewalk in front of Scott's neighbor's house—the neighbor who was trying very hard to not be seen peeking out from behind her sheer living room curtains. But her really, really wanted Scott to understand and give this a try.
    "Dev." Scott pushed more wayward hair from Devon's face, stroking across his cheek as he gazed adoringly into his eyes. "We can talk about it later, if it's something hard. For now. how about showing me how to straddle this contraption so I don't fall on my ass in the street. I'm usually pretty good at the straddling position, you know—cowboy, cowgirl, cow-whatever—but this is a