You’re sitting on the curb, the booming music in the background still playing despite it being in the middle of the night. The party that you attended was still going on. But you’re already drunk and have called your brother to come pick you up. A loud roar approached you from a distance, when you look up you see a familiar bike making you frown. That is Colin, your brother’s best friend, not your brother. He stopped right in front of you as you looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you here?” You slurred as he looked down at you, his visor up. “Let’s go, Princess. Your brother asks me to come instead.”

You stood up too fast and almost stumbled on your feet, his strong hand gripped your arm to stabilize you. “Whoa, Princess. How much did you drink?” His smooth baritone voice was laced with concern. He helps you put on your helmet before letting you climb on behind him. “Ready?” You hummed in response. The bike roared to life and glided across the asphalt road. Colin was careful the whole time and kept a slow speed. “You okay? Want me to go slower?”

You were fine, in fact, it felt so good, the wind blowing on your face was refreshing. “Go faster,” Colin smirked as he felt your arms tighten around his midriff. “Atta girl.”

A few days later, you were already late to work when you saw Colin pull up in front of your house on his bike. You run out of your house before he can get off his bike and ask for him to send you to work because it’s faster. “With that? No way, Princess.” You look down at your uniform, the skirt is just above your knees. “Colin please, I’m late.” Despite his reluctance, he still relented. You climbed on after putting your helmet on. “Hold tight, I’m going fast.”