Here goes everything.

Donnie was leaning on his bike, hoping she wouldn't freak out when she saw him waiting in the parking lot. His instincts were to charge ahead like a bull, but he knew that wasn’t going to work in this case.

Sally was different. Sally was special. And she was worth the wait. If it took him a little longer, he didn’t mind.

He just wanted to get close to her. More than just sex. He wanted to protect her.

He was finally figuring out that Sally wasn't afraid of him. She was afraid of something else. He didn't care though. He was going to figure out what it was that was making her so jumpy.

And then he'd kill it.

He straightened up and smiled reassuringly when she came out of the diner. She locked up and turned, freezing when she saw him. Then she smiled.

Thank God.

"I thought I'd give you a ride."

Sally chewed on her full bottom lip for a minute, driving him absolutely insane.

"Not tonight okay, Donnie? I just want to walk, I could really use the air."

He shrugged.

"I'll walk you home then."

"You don't have to do that."

“It’s fine.”

“Is it safe? To leave it here, I mean.”

He smirked. She was so cute to worry about his bike. Like anyone in this town would even breath on his bike.

They all knew better.

“Yeah, it’s safe. No one will mess with my ride.”

“Suit yourself.”

She walked out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. He jogged a bit to catch up, flashing her a megawatt smile. She gave him an exasperated look. She was so cute it he could barely stand it. He was glad she'd left that ratty old sweater at home.

And he loved it when she sassed him. Partially because it was sexy. But mostly because it meant she was relaxed.

"Are you following me, Donnie?"

"Escorting you darlin'. Big difference."

She rolled her eyes and turned her head away, but not before he caught her smile. He had a big shit eating grin on his face as he followed her home like a puppy dog.

He knew he was being ridiculous. If any of the Riders saw him going for a stroll they would laugh themselves stupid. But for some reason he just didn't care.

“You really aren’t afraid to leave your bike?"

"Nobody would mess with a club ride in this town."

She didn't say anything for the next block or two. He didn't mind. He just liked looking at her. She smelled nice too. Sort of like… roses.

That was it. Roses. Maybe honeysuckle too. His mom loved honeysuckle. She had it growing all over the yard.

Finally they walked up to a tiny house. It was old and decrepit, but she'd planted some pretty flowers in front. He followed her to the front stoop.

"This is me."

"I know. I drove you home remember?"

"Oh. Right, of course."

He leaned on the side of the house and smiled at her. He was going to get a kiss no matter how hard she made it for him. He had to know if she would feel as good as he thought she would.

Her eyes grew wide as he pulled her toward him. He lifted her chin and stared into those huge hazel eyes. Then she sighed and her eyes fluttered shut. That was the sign! The green light!

He couldn't wait. He kissed her like his life depended on it.

Hell, maybe it did.

Her lips were so damn soft! He moaned as he angled his lips over hers. He nudged her lips apart and magically, she opened them for him. She felt so damn good in his arms as he used his tongue to tangle with hers.

Jesus, the girl could kiss.

It started slow but then they were kissing each other madly, his hands roaming down her back, her hands sliding down off of his shoulders and gripping his waist.

Oh God.

Twenty minutes must have passed by the time he was stroking her sides, sneaking his hands forward to caress her breasts. She made a little mewling squeal of protest.

Damn it. What was the problem? He wanted to touch her damnit. She wanted it too.

Then he realized what was bothering her.

Oh crap. They were still outside.

With an effort he tore his mouth from hers and stared in shock into her eyes. She looked as surprised as he did by the passion of their kiss.

He'd never kissed anyone like that in his life. Not even close. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted more. Right fucking now.

Sally wasn't looking at him though, she was checking the street. Her eyes nervously scanned up and down, even turning her head to look behind her.

For what?

Was she afraid of the neighbors seeing them? Inviting him in would take care of that pretty easily. He waited, expecting her to ask him into her house.

He had never wanted anything so badly as to be invited inside. Even if he was able to restrain the urge to take all her clothes off and bury himself in her. He just wanted to keep kissing her dammit!

But she was about to bolt again. He could see it a split second before she pulled away.

"Sally-"

She had her keys out and was unlocking a series of what looked like four or five deadbolts. He frowned at the number of keys she had. That was weird. She glanced over her shoulder at him, barely making eye contact.

"I have to go- I... Good night Donnie."

“But-“

Then she was inside, shutting the door swiftly behind her. Gone, just like that. He stood aside her house, breathing heavily. He wanted to break the door down. But that would scare the shit out of her.

What the hell had her so spooked?

The lights came on inside and he snapped out of it, pushing away and walking away from her house. Then he was trotting, then running.

He needed to get his bike and ride home.

He needed a God Damn cold shower.