"I miss music... and my motorcycle," I mumbled as I brought my knees to my chest.

Desmond stood in the doorway, looking stunned that I even acknowledged his existence, something I had been avoiding for days now. "Why can't you listen to music?" he asked gently as he walked into the cabana, but kept his distance.

He was treating me like a wild animal. "They made me lock up my phone. That's what I had all my music on." My gaze never rose from my turquoise sheets to properly look at his perplexed expression.

"Well, what kind of music do you listen to? I can probably get you some hard rock."

My face twisted as I finally looked up at him. "Hard rock?" I protested before adding in, "I listen to country."

Desmond couldn't hold back his newly found kind nature as he shook his head, cracking a smile, before giving out a loud belly laugh. "You? Country?" He shook his head again and ran his fingers through his hair. "Good joke."

I found myself blushing, though I knew there was nothing wrong with my music taste. If it was anyone else, I probably would have threatened to kill them by now, instead, I slowly found myself smiling slightly as well. "Hey, don't knock it until you try it!"

"There isn't enough alcohol in the world to get me to try, and to enjoy, listening to country," he said teasingly before he stopped laughing and looked at me with a smile. "I don't know about country music. I can look into it, but I do have a solution for your motorbike."

I raised an eyebrow out of curiosity, my defense falling. The memory that I was mad at him was quickly fading. He was the only person I knew here and I had missed him.

"Come on, I'll show you," he said as he reached out to offer me his hand.

I found myself staring at his large, calloused hand before I smiled and took it. "Where to?"

"What, don't you trust me?" Desmond's eyes instantly went wide, realizing he probably just stepped on a landmine.

Instead of losing my temper at the repeated phrase from the pool ordeal, I just smiled and decided to make a joke out of it. "No further than I can throw you."

Desmond didn't laugh. He didn't even smile.

"Des, calm down. It's over now." I didn't need to dwell in the past. I wasn't completely over the entire event, but Stuart, even if he was an annoying tool, was right.

Desmond didn't seem overly relieved, but he nodded once and motioned for me to follow him. I jumped off my bed and walked out of my cabana. "Oh, grab a jacket," Desmond added. I raised a brow, but didn't question it as I grabbed a jean jacket which was lying on the floor.

"So where are we going?"

"You actually listen to country?" Desmond questioned and I found myself laughing as he struggled to wrap his head around the idea.

I gently bumped into him as we walked. "Why are you so surprised?"

"It kind of decreases your level of badassery."

Rolling my eyes, I continued to grin. "You do know that isn't an actual word, right?"

The walk continued like that: chatting, bickering, sassing. I was so into the conversation I didn't even notice where Desmond was taking me. It was when there was a lull in conversation I realized we were walking away from all the activities even though it was almost dark. "Where are we going?" I asked once again, unsure if he'd answer this time.

Desmond glanced at me and smirked a bit. "I know it isn't the same as a motorcycle, but it is as good as we got," he answered cryptically as he walked over to an unmarked building. He knelt down in front of the garage door, undoing the lock before pushing up the grey door.

My eyes widened as I saw the garage of my dreams. "Sugar Honey Iced Tea..." I mumbled. "How long have you been hiding these beauties?" I stumbled closer to the open door in a trance. In front of me was a hangar full of ATVs, Jeeps, and most importantly, dirtbikes.

Desmond chuckled and when I glanced back to him I noticed he was staring at me. "You like?"

"I love."

He nodded, satisfied with the answer. "Unfortunately, you aren't supposed to know about this, so you can't tell anyone."

That didn't matter because I didn't have anyone to tell.

"Or drive," he added in, breaking my heart.

I walked to the closest bike and ran my fingers along it. "Ya, I'm driving?" I said a moment later as I glanced back to him. "If you don't let me, I'll start screaming. I'm interested to see what people will do when they find us both here." My gaze never left the bike.

"Are you blackmailing me?" he questioned and I found myself grinning, knowing I had won. "We'll drive together. You don't know where you're going," he huffed and gave in.

My fist hit the air in victory. "Thank you Dessie!" I squealed as I mounted the bike.

Desmond rolled his eyes and grabbed two helmets from the wall. "First of all, never call me that again. Secondly, put this on." He sighed as he passed me a helmet.

I looked at him and made a face. "Why?"

"Safety?" Desmond suggested as if I was an idiot.

I put the helmet on the ground as Desmond got on the bike behind me. "Look, if crash the bike, a little piece of plastic isn't going to save me. Plus, if I die, at least I'm doing what I love."

Desmond put his own helmet on as I tied my hair back into a messy bun so it wouldn't be blowing in his face. While I was still upright and my fingers were tangled in my own hair, I felt Desmond's hands slide along my hips, brushing my shirt up slightly. Where his warm hands caressed my bare skin, goosebumps appeared. My heart leapt and butterflies appeared in my stomach as his hands settled on my lower abdomen, his wrists resting on my upper thighs.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," he breathed in my ear as my body melted into his.

There was something comforting about having him pressed against me, pulling me tight against his well formed chest. That little voice in the back of my head reminding me not to trust him suddenly became very muffled.

"Let's get going. I'll help direct you," he mumbled into my ear again. It took a second to get my mind off of his breath on my neck and wondering how soft his lips were.