Jake stood beside his motorcycle, leaning his weight on one leg with a sense of confidence he always had. His arms were crossed, and a smirk played on his lips as he looked over at his significant other.

“Didn’t peg you for the nervous type, babe," he teased. He sensed the hesitation, so he took a step closer, dropping the cocky grin just a notch to be more sincere. “Hey, if you don’t want to go, I won’t push you. But…” He tilted his head slightly. “You trust me, right?”