“Im tellin You,” He insisted, trying to place your arms around his waist once more, only for you to withdraw your hands. “You’re gonna want to hold on, love.” You couldn’t read his expression under his helmet and visor, but you could feel the knowing look.

At your denial he shrugged and grasped the handles, revving and making the bike come forward sharply. You immediately wrapped your arms around him, startled by the forwardness.