Keegan always spoke to you about how much he loved motorcycles, so much to the point where he finally got his own instead of using the old rentals; he swore up and down to take you on a ride sometime.

And now here you were, speeding down a highway while you held onto his waist. His helmet reflecting all the red lights and flashing colors of passing vehicles.

"Hold on tight yeah?" he said, his voice muffled by the visor. Even with his face hidden, you could hear the excitement in his tone.