RORY POV
I knew I was being rash and slightly unreasonable with Oliver. I could see on his face that he was angry with me, and I felt like maybe I was being somewhat impatient about Astelle.
"Fine, you guys go ahead and go," Jeremy said, standing up, "but I think it's a stupid idea that is not going to accomplish anything. All it's going to do is put you guys in danger."
We both watched as Jeremy walked away huffing, slamming the back door as he stepped inside.
Oliver and I locked eyes.
He was gorgeous. He had the whole bad boy biker aesthetic going on with his leather jacket, button-up plaid shirt, and jeans. What a turn-on. I thought about the photos of him on social media.
"So, you like motorcycles?" I asked him. I felt bad for upsetting him. Maybe if I changed the subject, it would make the air less tense.
"Yes," he said, running his hand through his hair nervously, "it's kind of my thing. Riding motorcycles, fixing them. I have two right now in the garage."