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Chapter 14

I couldn't help but laugh. I shook my head and sat up so I could put my heels back on.

"I really wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Well, what would you prefer I call you?" Dean asked now standing in front of me with his hands placed cooly in his front pockets.

"Hmm," I mused with one finger on my chin my eyes on his face. "How about Amari since that is my name you know."

We both laughed. Dean helped me up and we began to walk around the outside of the house in order to avoid a large crowd of drunks.

"Nah, everyone calls you Amari."

"And what makes you so special mister?"

"Oh you'll see," He chuckled closing the side gate behind us and re latching it in place. "I'm parked just a couple blocks away. I didn't really want my bike near any drunk college students."

"Smart move."

"Can you handle walking that far in your condition and," He looked down at my feet tied tightly in my unique tennis shoe heels. His eyes slowly traveling back up my body to my face. "those shoes."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. I am badass Harley Quinn after all."

"All I see is you."

Silence filled the cool crisp air. The only thing that could be heard was the soft thud of our foot steps. No one could ever really see me. No one really knew me. My eyes wandered up to the almost full moon. The soft light filling the dark night. A few clouds rested in the night sky, mingling with the stars. If it wasn't for the faint sound of music drifting through the air it would be a perfectly peaceful night.

We rounded a corner and Dean's bike came into view. It rested safely down at the other end of the street. Excitement filled my bones. I had never been on a motorcycle before.

"Here, it's a bit colder than I realised and well," Dean scratched the back of his head a little nervously as he held his leather jacket out for me to take.

"I'm practically wearing nothing."

"Umm, ya that."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. " I thanked him and took his jacket.

His scent ingulfed me as soon as his jacket was on. The ache in my heart seemed to dissipate and instead was replaced with friendship, hope, and something else I couldn't pin point. I felt at peace. Actual peace, just like with my knight in fuzzy fur.

Dean handed me his matte black helmet which I greatfully took and placed on my head. The strap under my chin were proving difficult to fasten while drunk and in a full faced helmet. He chuckled, watching me fumble for a moment before placing his hands on mine and gently removing my grip from the strap.

"Here, let me."

Fastening the strap was effortless for him. Once they were tightened he gave me a reasuring smile before turning and stradeling his bike. He turned the key and with a quick kick of his right foot the motorcycle roared to life.

"Alright, lets go my queen." He said, beckoning me onto his bike with a nod of his head.

"Hey, I said don't call me that." I chided him while gripping his shoulders for support and swinging my leg over the back of the bike. I rested my feet on the small pegs placed there for a passenger and placed my hands on his side for support.

"It doesn't matter you won't remember any of this come morning."

Before I could rebuttal he kicked the motorcycle into gear and pulled out onto the road. My body jerked back at the sudden increase in speed and I quickly moved my arms to wrap around his waist tightly.