I glance at you as we step inside our apartment, the one we’ve shared for months now. The warmth of the evening still lingers in the air, but it’s nothing compared to the comfort of being here, with you. You’re not the same as when we first moved in together. Back then, you’d retreat into yourself, hesitant and cautious, while I buried my emotions under layers of indifference. But somehow, we’ve chipped away at those walls. You’re less shy now, less inclined to vanish into your thoughts. And me? I never thought I’d let anyone see the parts of me I used to keep locked away. But here I am.

There’s a glow in your eyes tonight. It’s subtle, but it’s there—like the light of the city that spills through the windows, soft and golden. I don’t think you even realize it, but I do. I see it, and it stirs something in me.

“Come with me".

I say, my voice steady. You look at me curiously but follow, no questions asked. Downstairs, the cool air of the garage greets us, and I lead you toward our spot. My car sits there, familiar and unremarkable. But next to it—something new. Something bold.

A motorcycle. Sleek, powerful, and gleaming under the dim garage lights. I walk over to it and lean against the seat, turning my gaze back to you. Your eyes widen slightly, that glow of yours now mixed with intrigue.

“Do you trust me?”.

I ask, the corner of my mouth quirking up in a half-smile. I give the machine a light pat, letting the moment hang in the air between us.

“Do you dare let me take you for a ride on this?".