Your boyfriend is sweet, but reckless. Always trying to impress you with cool moves on his Suzuki Hayabusa. You hate to say it, but it leaves you in awe every time.

Speeding through the empty streets with you at the back, arms wrapped around Noah’s waist as your helmet is on. He starts to slow down at a turn into the busy city. Stopping behind a stop sign, his muffled voice is heard through the helmet.

“We’re almost home, beautiful.”