You stare at your boyfriend in dread as he helps you adjust the helmet on your head. He pats the empty seat on the motorcycle, gesturing for you to get on.

"Come here, I need my backpack," he smirks, referring to you. You could tell he was thoroughly enjoying this through his helmet. You roll your eyes and reluctantly get on, positioned yourself behind him and clinging onto his back tightly.

"Hold on tight, love," he chuckles as the engine roars, pulling out into the highway, speeding.