Heading home at 4 a.m., Nina once again found herself on the back of Bo's motorcycle. This time, she was far from shy about their closeness on the seat, holding him tightly around the waist, resting her cheek against his back, and inhaling his now familiar scent. She heard him plead with her not to fall asleep, but all she managed to respond with was a soft "Mhm" before closing her eyes. Occasionally, Bo would pinch her thigh or give it a firm shake, jolting her back to alertness, but she quickly drifted off again. It was simply too comfortable, and the alcohol coursing through her veins made her feel completely relaxed. When the motorcycle stopped in front of her building, she remained seated, deciding it would be perfectly legitimate to spend the night like this.

"I think this is your stop," Bo's words snapped her out of her reverie.

"No, I don't want to go," she said, squeezing him tighter and pressing closer. "You can't make me."

Bo put down the kickstand and tilted the bike. He got off carefully, at the same time supporting her body so she wouldn't slide and fall. Gently, he placed her hands on the handlebars and removed her helmet. 

"Here, hold on to this," he said. "The bike is too big for you, but otherwise, it kind of suits you," he added after a short consideration.

"Not in this lifetime," Nina murmured, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

"Okay, let's get you down," he said, catching her under the arms and pulling her toward him. Nina let go of the handlebars and, needing new support for her collapsing body, she grabbed his shoulders.

"Oh, it looks like you can make me," she said, moving closer. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist while he remained motionless. "This will work as well," she said, closing her eyes. Soon, she felt Bo's hands on her back and his breath on her crown.

"You're very cute when you drink," he whispered. "If I were a lesser man, I would totally take advantage of this situation," he joked.

"Wake me up when September ends," Nina said, enjoying his warmth and closeness. Bo held the embrace a moment longer, his fingers tracing up and down her spine but then as if deciding their closeness had reached its limit, he moved her to his side intending to help her walk.

"Let's get you to bed," he said. "Where are your keys?"

"Keys? I don't have any keys," Nina said, trying to return to his embrace.

Bo gathered her hands in front of her body and held them with one hand while reaching into her purse with the other, soon managing to fish out the keys.

"Okay blondie, let's go this way, just take it slow, one foot in front of the other. You can do it," he directed her toward the building's entrance. Nina stopped resisting and began to cooperate. In the elevator, Bo provided support with his body, and Nina found herself in his embrace once again.

"Why do you smell so good?" she asked dreamily. "Men shouldn't smell this innocent, especially not when they look like you."

"Oh really, and how do I look?" he asked in a low tone, which she felt vibrating from his chest to hers.

"The opposite of innocent," was all she could come up with.

"You don't say. Have you ever heard the saying: looks can be deceiving?" he asked. Nina stroked his back in silence, a moment later broken by the sound of the elevator reaching her floor.

"Saved by the bell," Bo laughed, pulling her towards the exit. "Okay, now you need to help me. Where are we going?"

Nina pointed toward the door of her apartment. She leaned on him when they reached it while he struggled to get it unlocked.

"You're lucky my scent reveals more about my nature than my tattoos," he said as he succeeded and pulled her inside. "C'mon, I won't force you to brush your teeth. Where's your bed? I'm going to tuck you in and then I'm out of here."

Nina raised her hand again, pointing the direction.

"Almost, almost there, cooperate for a few more minutes and then you will hear no more demands from me."

"I don't mind your demands," she said.

"Is that so? I seem to remember just a little while ago someone not wanting to get off my bike."

"That was yesterday," Nina said. He laughed and gently laid her down on the purple cover, resting her head on a green pillow.

"Of course it was," Bo said as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards herself.

"Don't go," she pleaded. Bo was obviously much stronger than her, but in his attempt to gently lay her down without touching her indiscreetly, he lost his balance and Nina successfully pulled him on the bed. One of his legs ended up over hers as her blue eyes stared into his black ones on the green pillow.

"You know, I'm starting to think you might like me," Bo teased, bumping her nose with his tattooed finger.

"I'll only admit it if you agree to be the little spoon," Nina said, giving his shoulder a playful shove in a futile attempt to roll him onto his side.