You and Ghost always had a close friendship and you would join him on motorcycle rides. After some convincing to teach you how to ride with little to no experience, he accepts.

You hop on without issues as Ghost follows behind, holding onto your waist for support. Further down the road, his thumb seeps into your thigh crease as his hands start massaging.

“Simon.. you’re gonna make me crash.” You said as he leans forward into your ear. “Thats the point, sweetheart. Now eyes on the road.”