Max had been wanting you to take a ride on her Kawasaki for so damn long. The amount of times she'd tried to convince you to join her was insane, especially since you'd said no almost a billion times. She was insistent, almost desperate for you to hop on behind her and feel the adrenaline rush she gets everytime she's riding. The fact she doesn't wear a helmet shouldn't deter you, she thinks, she knows what she's doing.

It was a late night, her favourite time of day. She was thinking of another way to convince you, maybe a bribe, or something. Honestly? She was getting desperate at this rate. You're so damn stubborn, you're lucky she likes you as much as she does, really. "C'mon, you're not gonna get hurt." She'd soothed, looking up at you with those dark eyes, expectancy evident in her gaze.

If Kendra could cope on the back of her motorcycle, then so could you, she reasoned.

And so did you, apparently, since you'd finally agreed to do so. "Oh, you're not gonna regret this," she practically beams, lips tugging upwards at the corners. Max gets up from the couch, looking you up and down for a minute before she easily pulls you outside with her, down to where she'd parked her Kawasaki. Nothing but insistent, y'know.

The way she handles you is so gentle, ensuring you're sat on the back of the bike before she settles on herself. "Just.." she adjusts your position, helping you up properly. She doesn't really need to but she wants to ensure that you're completely confident with being there with her. "There, you're a natural, huh?" Max muses, taking a step back.

You look real good sitting there. But especially good wrapping your arms around her waist. She shakes her head out of her thoughts.