Falling For The Biker - Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Sierra’s POV
I ate absentmindedly. Mum’s food was always the best, but today, I could barely admire the taste. They all spoke around me, but I could not get a word out. I either got lost amid the conversation or had nothing to say.
“You good, Sierra?” Jackson asked as we cleared the table.
“Mommy,” Elvis called, rushing into the kitchen. “I’m going to the neighbours with grandma to play,”
I stroked his head, giving him a smile. “Enjoy,” I said, giving him a kiss on his forehead.
Elvis ran off, and I turned to Jackson, who waited for my response. I sighed, giving him a smile. “I’m fine,” I said, taking the dishes from him.
“I noticed you left home last night,” he said, putting on an apron to wash the dishes.
I stood at the side with a rag. “Spying on me now?”
He chuckled. “No, I just happened to have you in my line of sight when you left,” he said.
I said nothing to that. “Went to see Dexter?” he asked.
“No,” I responded.
My reason for leaving the house has nothing to do with Dexter. Jackson gave me a look. “I’m not lying,” I said.
“I didn’t say you are, but why did you leave then? I know you aren’t very fond of night strolls unless it changed in the city,” he said.
“I wasn’t taking a stroll either,”
Jackson gave the ‘then’ look. “I went to the resort last night. And no, not to see Dexter, but I happened to find him there. I returned the key card he gave me,” I explained.
I left the house to see Arthur but found myself between him and Dexter’s feud.
“Well, that’s perfect. At least, my sister isn’t going crazy. I almost thought you were when you left.”
“Well, I’m not,”
He nodded. “It’s good. Dexter isn’t one to be around, especially you. Arthur might seem bad to some people, but he is better compared to Dexter,”
I shrugged. “Dexter seemed nice yesterday, though. We almost went out to eat,”
Jackson snapped his head to me, eyes wide. “You what?”
“I said almost. I didn’t go with him,” I said.
I didn’t need to add the fact that Arthur had stopped me from doing so. I could not get him off my mind. The look he had just as I left replayed in my memory over and over again.
No matter how much I tried to act like I was okay, I wasn’t. The day went by slowly and overbearing. From my room, I could hear Elvis playing with the neighbours' children. His laughter brought a smile to my face, but it disappeared once again at the thought of Arthur.
I stared at my phone for the longest, thinking of calling. I wondered what he was doing. Possibly hanging out with his friends while I was struck with feelings I really needed to get rid of.
The sun went down, inviting the moon soon after. After dinner, I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping for some sleep. I barely slept a wink last night, and it seemed the same was going to repeat itself this time.
A few hours later, I heard a light tap on my window. I chose to ignore it, turning to the side, away from my window, but then another tap game. Then there was another.
And another.
I turned to the window with a frown and then I saw it, something small landing on my window. I took off the blankets, helping myself in my flip-flops before heading for my window.
I opened the window, darting my eyes around, but found no one and nothing there. It seemed I must have been heard wrong. Shutting the window, I turned around, and another tap came on the window.
I spun around, opening the window yet again when another marble came at me. Before it could hit my face, I moved away, letting it land on my bed. I peeked out the window and found Arthur with an apologetic look, and a phone gesture.
My phone rang on my bedside table. “I’m sorry,” he apologized the moment I picked up the call.
“Why didn’t you go with this in the first place?” I asked, a small smile on my face.
“I wanted to do something different,” he replied. “Look at me,”
I did, and he gestured I came down. With the call ended, I grabbed a coat at the side and went out through the window. Firmly, I held onto the stool of the window. Fortunately, there were other windows underneath, helping me get down.
Once a good distance from the ground, I jumped, landing softly, with Arthur holding my sides. “Why did you do that?” he asked, shock written all over his face.
I shrugged. “I wanted to do something different.” I threw his words back at him.
We both smiled. He helped me into the coat and took a step back. “You look good in my coat,” he commented.
I stared down at the coat, giving me warmth. I was in such a hurry I didn’t notice I took Arthur’s coat. “I’m sorry, I haven’t returned it yet,” I said.
“You can have it. I like it on you,” he said. “Let’s go,” he took my hand, leading me out of the house and into his car.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he winked, pressing on the accelerator.
I watched the streets as we drove past. The Christmas lights were on in all houses, giving the streets a beautiful look. There were only a few people on the streets, enjoying the snow and the beauty of the Christmas spirit.
A few minutes later, Arthur drove into an amusement park. He opened the passenger door, giving me a hand. My eyes went around the park. “Is this new?” I asked.
The park was filled with so many people and the decorations were top-notch. “No, only improved. There is more,” Arthur said, leading me in a direction.
There was another gate. Arthur showed two passes and they let us in. I had thought the open area was beautiful, but this… this place was breathtaking. The trees scattered around had sprinkles of snow, bells, and so many other Christmas decorations.
My lips parted at the sight in before me. A smile spread across my face, feeling the welcoming ambience. “We have our space. Come,” Arthur led me to a large Christmas tree decorated with the most illuminating lights.
“You did this?” I asked, staring in awe.
Arthur nodded as I walked towards the tree, feeling the leaves. “Why?” I asked.
“I love you Sierra,”