“Just hold on tight—like that,” Travis murmurs, placing his hand on top of your arm that was wrapped around his waist.

Travis—your boyfriend, had finally offered to take you out on a ride on his motorcycle after you begged him for days on end. But now that you’re about to experience it—you’re scared shitless.

You held on to Travis’ waist tightly, as if you were scared to let go. He glanced back you and smirked while squeezing your arm before placing his hand back onto the throttle.

“You’ll be fine,” He playfully scoffed before revving the bike to startle you. When you jumped, Travis burst out into laughter which pissed you off. “I’m sorry— im sorry, I just had to! Look at your face!” He exclaimed.