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pressing her cheek against his hard, bare chest. 
     
      One night couldn’t hurt.

Chapter 7
     
     
       Alia relaxes her grip on his waist, testing the waters as they rumble steadily down her street before squeezing him again tightly as he comes to a slow crawl in front of her house.
     
    “God this is loud…” She says, her voice barely audible above the engine. “I hope it doesn’t wake my parents up.”
     
    “Unless they’re already awake…” Leon says, pointing towards Alia’s house.
     
      She turns around, her heart stopping as her eyes connect with the woman’s in the windows as she stands in front of the closed blinds, her face looking stern.
     
      Alia gives her mother a little wave before turning back to Leon, her face white as a sheet as she debates in her head just getting back on his bike and leaving.
     
    “Someone’s busted.” He chuckles, smirking as he waves at her mother before revving his engine.
     
    “No, not funny!” She says, her eyes wide as she places his hand on his quickly before pulling it away.
     
    “I better go.” He says, reaching out to her and grabbing her arm before dragging his hand up her shoulder.
     
      Alia smirks nervously, her eyes completely lit up and her heart beating roughly in her chest as he leans in, pressing his lips against hers as his hand travels up into her hair.
     
    “Get outta here…” She whispers as he pulls away, shaking her head playfully as she bites her bottom lip before stepping back.
     
      She watches, her head swimming, as he rides off, the rumbling of his engine getting quieter the further away he goes.
     
      Alia, takes a deep breath, trying desperately to calm the fluttering in her stomach as she turns back around.
     
      Her eyes dart to the window, her mother long gone, as she nervously walks up the front path to the porch, stepping up the recently stained wooden stairs before pulling her keys out of her bag and unlocking the door.
     
    She pushes the front door open, clearing her throat as she steps inside her parents living room before slipping off her shoes.
     
    “Morning…” She says, as she walks across the carpet and steps onto the tiled floor of the kitchen before repeating herself. “Mom,” She says, watching as her mom stirs the cream in her coffee. “Good morning.”
     
    “Out all night, I see.” Her mom says, walking past her with her coffee before sitting down at the kitchen table.
     
    “It was getting late, so I spent the night with a friend…” Alia says, her face flushing as she brushes her hair behind her ear.
     
    “The same friend who dropped you off?” Her mother asks, taking a sip from her coffee. “The guy on the motorcycle? Don’t tell your father, he’ll nearly have a heart attack.”
     
    “Don’t tell me what?” Alia hears from behind her as her dad enters the kitchen from the hallway.
     
    “Good morning.” Alia whispers, turning to walk quickly out of the kitchen, her dad putting his hand out to stop her from going down the hall.
     
    “Don’t tell me what?” Her dad repeats, guiding her over to the table before breaking away as she sits down in a kitchen chair and getting himself a cup of coffee.
     
    “Alia was out all night.” Her mother says, shaking her head.
     
    “Mom!” She says, her mouth hanging open, shocked. “I’m an adult! You can’t tell on me!”
     
    “Oh, I know she was out all night.” Her father says, leaning against the counter as he sips his black coffee. “I know.”
     
    “I’m allowed to go out.” She protests, folding her arms over her chest.
     
    “Who was that guy?” Her mom asks, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. “At the very least I want to know who that guy was!”
     
    “What guy?” Her dad asks, walking over to the table.
     
    “Don’t worry about it!” Alia interjects.
     
    “Some guy on a motorcycle dropped her off just now.” Her mom says, shaking her head. “What kind of guy is that?! Drives a