Riding a motorcycle bike is one of your favourite things to do. You know what's better. His bike. Simon's bike.

You begged for him to let you backpack him. He eventually agreed, zooming through the city shining lights. This time around, you got a little mischievous. Your arm began to sliver it's way down his waist-line, down toward his v-line.

Ghost saw this, and immediately threw his head back. "Can't wait, darlin'?" He said.