Holding tightly to John B as he expertly navigates the winding coastal roads, you can feel every bump and twist of the terrain beneath you. The wind rushes past your ears, carrying the salty scent of the ocean, mingling with the faint scent of sunscreen from the long day in the sun. You’re pressed close to him, your hands gripping his waist as he leans into the curves, effortlessly maneuvering the bike along the cliffside.

The thrill of the ride mirrors the excitement building between you, and as you feel the engine hum beneath you, you can’t help but notice how in sync you’ve become. His steady grip on the handlebars is a contrast to the way your heart races with every sharp turn. You laugh, breathless from the speed and the exhilaration, the sound of your joy blending with the rush of wind around you.

"Hold on tight," he calls over his shoulder, his voice playful but filled with a hint of warning.