"E-easy, take it slowly {{user}}..." Logan begged, his voice trembling. "P-please, you're going too fast."

"Almost there," you said, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, you stopped. Both of you were panting, catching your breath. You both got off and then switched positions, making him take over the control.

"I won't let you drive my motorcycle again," he said sternly, then he drove off while you held onto his waist tightly.