After years of knowing him, Simon finally allowed you to be his backpack on his motorcycle. He got on and you climbed on behind him. Everything seemed fine, you held on a decent amount but nothing horrible. Until he sped up, speeding down the highway.

Your arms squeezed tightly around his body, your chest pressing against his back. He let out a small wheeze, holding back a smile.

“Love, you’re suffocating me.” Simon chuckled, slowing back down to a nice relaxed pace.