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with fear-filled anticipation as I settled myself closer to him. He was warm, hotter than the sun beating down on my loose white, over-the-shoulder, top.
    I was a big believer that the life you lived made you who you were—well; I’d lived a life of protection. I hadn’t had many chances to wrap my thighs around a man like Austin, or even any man at all. I was still an innocent to the world of sexual experiences. Really, being that I was only eighteen, going on nineteen, that’s not all that much of a shock. For me, I’d simply never felt free enough to date, so my innocence had remained intact.
    Just feeling him now, his sturdy warmth between my legs, and the vibration of the bike’s low rumble, I was kinda sorta turned on. I know, I know, I’m an easy target. But seriously, when you’ve never been touched or touched another, remaining unaffected by a man like Austin was just one of the many impossibilities of the world.
    I was just happy he couldn’t see my face. That would have been ten shades of humiliating—or should I say red?
    Beat red.
    It was no secret that Austin affected me. Practically every word he said made my heart flutter and my face turn the color of a pretty little cherry. The warmth in his deep blue eyes awoke a coven of butterflies I didn’t even know I housed in my tummy.
    He made me feel like I was more than just the daughter of a Judge.
    Austin made me feel alive.
    And I barely knew him . . .
    Actually, I didn’t know a thing about Austin. I didn’t know what he did for a living, if he was a student, (which I highly doubted—not because of his very unique appearance but because of his attitude toward life). Austin didn’t appear to be the kind of person who found it easy to live in a box. University was definitely a box.
    I’m not saying University is a bad thing. It’s great, actually, if you’re brave enough to go and study what your soul ignites into flames for. If you’re brave enough to stand your ground, and study your hearts truest fascination, then great. But a lot of people aren’t that brave. A lot of people go to University with the intent to become something. Anything, really. Most don’t care about the end result so long as that end comes with a hefty pay cheque. But I’m not one of those people. I don’t care about the money. I care about the passion. I care about the beauty of sating my souls obsession.
    I didn’t want to spend my life as something—anything. I wanted to spend my life as someone. Someone I ached to be. Someone I was proud of. I wanted to do something with my life that made me happy.
    Even though I didn’t necessarily know Austin, I sensed he wanted the same thing from life. I sensed he wanted happiness.
    And, even though I didn’t know him and actually know him—I liked him.
    When I was with Austin, I wasn’t just breathing air. I breathed spring air. With daisies, fresh grass, and sunrays of liquid gold. When I was with Austin, I felt as though I were living. My world existed in color rather than the shades of black and white that had become my purgatory.
    I didn’t just exist or breathe with Austin. I burned.
    As the bike claimed the asphalt of the back road South of town, I clung to him tightly. Through the visor of the helmet I felt as though I were seeing a whole new world. The warm spring, almost summer breeze, broke through the fabric of my clothing to caress my flesh, coiling within me a sense of unrestrained freedom.
    The hum of the crotch rocket’s engine was a seducing purr beneath my body as we drove deeper into the lush wooded area that I knew, from living here my whole life, would lead us to a wide freshwater river. I had to admit I was really quite surprised he’d taken me out into the bush. I’d been under the impression he had things he had to do today. I doubted his things of such high importance were in the trees.
    When he slowed the bike off to the side of the road in a small makeshift parking area of packed down grass