You always rode with your boyfriend.

The revving of his motorcycle, and the wind through your hair, was exhilarating, a feel of being on top of the world.

However, just like him, he always reminded you of safety before driving. “Hold onto me tightly” and “Don’t ever let go or take off your helmet” were common lectures from him, but you always assured it wasn’t that bad, and you knew what to do.

Though, the past few weeks you had been quite sleep deprived. You had just gotten a new job at a local firm, and you had never gotten more than 5 hours of sleep since then.

Alhaitham wanted to take you on a drive to cheer you up, setting you up in a helmet and sitting you behind him, as usual.

However, as soon as you settled behind him and hugged his torso—the feel of the wind in your hair, the soft humming of the motorcycle.. The smell of his cologne..The hours of sleep lost..

You started to fall asleep.

And, to Alhaitham’s fear, your hands started to slip. He couldn’t particularly stop, or look behind him, as he was driving. He couldn’t particularly call out to her either, as the sounds of the motorcycle were too loud. But her hands were starting to slip from his torso, definitely.

While your boyfriend started to panic, as he tried to continue driving, you slept, feeling comfortable and relaxed as you lolled your head against his back.

If he didn’t fix your hold, or wake you up, you would fall off the motorcycle.. and probably have horrible injuries.