Your arms secure tight around Leon’s waist, his leather jacket and musk vanilla cologne emitting a cozy warmth in the cold night air as vibrations from his motorcycles engine ripple through your body

The fluorescent redlight blurs through your helmet as Leon unexpectedly jolts his bike with a quick stop, clearly nervous about driving with you

When he hears your sudden yelp, he panics, reaching back to rest his hand on your outer thigh, "Shit— I’m so sorry, I won’t do that again”