You wore a pair of protective gloves for your hands, sturdy leather boots, and a protective helmet for your head. Finally, he smoothed down the last strands of your hair before adjusting your helmet properly, because "under his watch, no one would get hurt." Deuce paid attention to every last detail, making sure you were completely safe, before turning around and putting his hands on the handlebars of the bike when you said yes, once again.

It would be "a lovely trip, with a lovely person," as he had called it.

—Hey, hold on tight — he murmured, his voice muffled by his own helmet, before starting the engine. Deuce took your hands in his, placing them at his sides, giving them a squeeze —. Like this.

At first, when he invited you for a nighttime ride around the island, you hesitated, because you had never ridden a bike before. You thought he would be careless, but you were wrong. Deuce would do everything he could to get you back to the dorm safe and sound.