(Scott's POV)
My cheeks flushed further as I held onto his torso as if my life depended on it. It was so firm and warm. I could feel the heat from his skin through his leather jacket. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to scream, and leaned into him. It was so different riding on the back of a motorcycle.
Then, he turned into a small diner. I blinked quickly as the motorcycle came to a stop. He easily got off and started strolling toward the restaurant. I felt dizzy as I almost fell off the bike. He turned back when he heard me curse under my breath. He smiled with furrowed brows. "You good?" He asked as he held his arms in the air around me. I fell into his chest, causing my face to flush deeply.
"Y-Yeah, just a little dizzy."
"Heh, come on." He said, putting one of his strong arms around my shoulders and helping me toward the diner. My heart was beating in my ears and I subconsciously held my breath. The diner smelled of bacon and maple syrup. There was light chatter as we walked in the door. "Two, thanks." He said to the waitress who came to the door.
"Follow me." She said, leading us to a table near the window.
Wolverine helped me sit in my chair before sitting in his. My face was burning with embarrassment. "Sorry..." I said.
"No worries." He said, opening the menu. "Think you can eat? You nauseous?"
"Not sure." I bit my lip.
"Just take it easy." He said and I nodded.
"Hey! Could I have a water and a coffee over here? Thanks." He asked a passing waiter who nodded and smiled. Then he turned to me with serious eyes, pulling my chin up to look at him. My ears flushed. "Try to take deep breaths. It'll help." I nodded and did my beds to focus on my breathing. The waiter arrived with the two drinks before looking to Wolverine with a smile. A smile I had seen on women before in bars. My jaw clenched. Wolverine noticed none of this but put the water in front of me. I nodded with a smile and started sipping the water. He looked out the window and I kept smiling at him. He always looked sad when he was idle. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch his face.
The waiter came back with a smile. I glared at him and he lowered his eyes. "Are you two ready to order your entrees or would you like more time to look at the menu?" He asked in a nasally voice. I jutted my chin out slightly.
"I haven't even opened my menu yet!" I said in an irritated voice. Wolverine raised an eyebrow before looking at the waiter with a sympathetic smile.
"He's a little shaken up, don't take it personally. I'll have a BLT with mashed instead of fries, thanks." He nodded and write it down in his notebook before turning on his heel and walking away. I picked up the menu and looked it over. The waiter came back in a few minutes.
"Have you made a decision yet?" He asked with an innocent smile that caused me to clench my jaw. Root beer and a chicken salad sandwich. Also, could you split the bill?"
The waiter raised his eyebrows. "Sure thing."
Wolverine put his hand on my shoulder. "You know this guy or somethin'?"
I shook my head. "No, he just rubs me the wrong way."
Wolverine rolled his eyes. "Whatever, just take it easy."
We sat in silence and I stared down at my hands. Way to go, Scott. This could have been a nice, peaceful lunch but you had to ruin it! I cursed myself internally as I sipped my water and looked out the window.
Eventually the food arrived and I avoided looking at the waiter. I ate slowly and kept my eyes down. "Ya know, this was my idea. I can pay for your's too." He said.
I shook my head. "No, it's fine. Thanks."
He shrugged. "Okay."
We finished our meals in silence before paying our respective bills. Then we walked out to the bike and I awkwardly got on and wrapped my arms around him. My skin heated up immediately and my heartrate picked up.