Dylan finally realized I was no longer following him and glanced back. “What? You don’t like bikes?”

“Bikes are fine,” I replied with a huge grin on my face and moved quickly to close the distance between us.

“Then come on, woman, your chariot awaits.” He handed me his only helmet, his fingers sliding against my skin as he fastened it under my chin and patted the top of my head. That small amount of physical contact sent butterflies soaring through my stomach, which I just passed off as an after effect from hearing Edward’s voice so clearly, and climbed on to the back of his bike, my arms winding tightly around his perfectly whittled waist. Man, Charlie would freaking spazz if he knew what I was doing right now. He hated motorcycles, calling them “deathtraps” and saying things like, “Only idiots ride ‘em.”

We took off smoothly and I reveled in the air whipping past me, the way the bike leaned perilously left and right in the curves as we wound our way along the road leading towards the beach. It was a perfect night, balmy, and I was seriously considering breaking my no swimming in the ocean rule.

I hopped off and removed the helmet with fumbling fingers before accidentally dropping it to the white sand, though, in the moonlight it was hard to make out the color.

He chuckled and bent over to pick it up. “You seem keyed up.”

I returned the smile. It felt weird, but not unpleasant. He was right; I was bouncing around like…like Alice. I forced myself to finish the thought and it didn’t hurt as badly as it normally did to think about any of the Cullens.

“Are we swimming?”

“Yup.” He took off in a flash, peeling his scrub shirt off and leaving it carelessly on the beach. He was half way there before I sprinted after him, not even considering the whole wardrobe dilemma swimming created.

He cast me a sly look and slid his pants over his hips. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes burning over his very muscular form appreciatively, trying to keep my eyes above the waist, but failing. Trust me, you’d have failed too. He was tan and ripped and clad only in black boxer briefs. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry, and found myself blushing furiously when he caught my eye and winked at me.