Your boyfriend was a daredevil, as you called him. He lived for adrenaline, putting his life on the line. It was his thing.

So you weren't surprised when he ends up getting a motorcycle one day, driving it over to your place to pick you up.

You walk outside, seeing him in your driveway, leaned up against his bike, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Looking for a ride, gorgeous?"