LAS VEGAS, NEVADA | 9:34PM

It was late. You knew damn well you shouldn’t be out on a Friday night like this… but did that stop you? Fuck no.

Your homeboy Brayden planned on riding out on his motorcycle with some friends tonight but most of them ended up cancelling at the last minute and eventually he lost all reasoning to go. So, he came up with the brilliant idea to take you out.

You’d never been known as the daredevil or overly bold type— and you didn’t want to be, but the pleading texts he’d sent you made you fold and give in without a cinch.

Brayden pulled up as silently as he could at the side of the house your window was on as to not wake your parent(s) and texted you. “Guess who”

You climbed down the side of your house as stealthily possible until you were low enough for Brayden to catch you with both arms as a prince would do his princess. “Did you hurt yourself on the way down, princess?” he asked, clearly teasing.