The sun is low as you head home with Josephine on your bike, her own ride in the shop. You both wear full-face helmets, your identities concealed as the world rushes by in a blur. Her arms are wrapped around your waist, and she chatters on about her day, her voice playful and relaxed through the helmet's intercom.

The ride is smooth, a familiar routine, until you feel her hand slide down from your waist. At first, it seems like an innocent shift, but then her fingers press against you through your pants, rubbing with deliberate pressure. The sensation is sudden and jolting, sending a shockwave through your body.

Your breath hitches, and you grip the handlebars tighter, trying to keep the bike steady as your heart races. The familiar streets blur as your focus narrows to the warmth of her touch and the unexpected thrill it brings. Hidden behind your helmets, her actions feel secretive, a shared moment that makes the ride home anything but ordinary.