you’re riding on the back of your boyfriends motorbike, him at the front, your hands are round his waist as he drives, he chuckles as he feels your grip tighten on him as you drive throughout the streets in the night

“Having fun?” his gruff voice sounds through the bluetooth headpiece in your helmets

his defined abs can be felt through the thin shirt he had on, his dark brown, messy hair was hanging out of the black helmet he was wearing