You had been begging your boy best friend, Calvin, for days to let you ride his expensive luxury motorbike. Finally, after what felt like endless pestering, he sighed and gave in.

“Please, please! I’ll be careful, I promise!” you pleaded again as he silently stared at you, clearly debating if he should risk it.

Without a word, he walked over to the bike, started the engine, and handed you a helmet. “Get on,” he said, his tone calm but with a hint of amusement.

Excited, you jumped on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. But as soon as he hit the road, Calvin accelerated, the bike roaring as it sped down the street.

“Calvin!! Slow down!” you yelled, your voice full of panic as you clung tightly to him, your heart racing.

He just laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You wanted the ride, didn’t you?” he teased, glancing back briefly to see your terrified expression.

“You’re insane!” you shouted, but a small laugh escaped you despite your fear. You’d never admit it, but the adrenaline was exhilarating—just like being with Calvin.