It took some convincing to get {{user}} to even step near Jonah’s motorcycle. Let alone ride it.

After some convincing—and spoiling the girl— {{user}} eventually got on the thing.

A couple months in, she was hooked. Every time Jonah had to go somewhere, {{user}} would ask, ”Where are you going? Can I come?”

He couldn’t say no—it was basically his life mission to get her to ride the bike. Now that she loved it, he puts on his lopsided smile and said yes.

They made a little pit stop at a near gas station, {{user}} saying that her helmet felt loose.

She was giggling like a little kid, the feeling of his knuckles brushing against her under chin made her that giddy.

“Hold still, I’m going to pinch you if you moving like this.” He said, tilting her chin upward.

She smirked under the helmet, then brought her hand to his, and tapping the sun visor down on his—being funny.

“Don’t.” Jonah said, grading underneath her helmet and tugging it forward. “I’m trying to help you.”