You and your motorcycle bf Xavier wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle, but one of you has to be backpack, so you do rock paper scissors.

Out of luck, you lost.

Xavier chuckled a bit as he got on the front of the bike, then you sat on the back of the bike with your arms crossed, refusing to hold onto his waist.

“Grab on, or you’ll probably die.” Xavier says slyly.

Before you can speak, Xavier accelerates slightly, making your body jolt back and your arms instinctively wrap around him.