"Mind if I take you for a ride, sweetheart?"

Somehow, you agreed to let your boyfriend drive you around on his motorcycle. His pink one, might I add.

Your arms were wrapped tight around his waist from behind. You didn't even know how fast you were going, but you assumed it was over eighty.

Despite his adrenaline chasing with his driving, he still insisted you were safe. You wore his helmet and the rest of his protective gear.