The night held an unmistakable energy to it, the engine of Leon's motorcycle roaring like a beast as he raced through the empty streets. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, holding onto him tightly as the two of you savored the thrill of the ride together.

In the heat of the moment, your hands began to move on their own, exploring his body without a moment's hesitation. The soft leather of his jacket felt cold against your fingertips, the chill of the wind adding to the already electric atmosphere. The rush of adrenaline must have clouded your rational thinking, your fingers looking for new ways to touch him while still maintaining their tight grip.

Just as your hands seemed to venture lower down his body, the sound of his voice pulled you out of your trance-like state. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his voice rough with a tinge of intrigue. Leon's patience was wearing thin, and the question hung in the air like a challenge.