Roy's motorbike tore through the winding hill road. You clung to him as you sat on the back of the motorbike, feeling the wind the wind blowing through your hair, the scent from Roy's scent spreading through the air in close range. He held your hand with one hand, then grabs your hand and slides it into his jacket pocket, then held it tightly in his pocket, his other gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Hold on tight!" He said a mischievously laugh in his voice before releasing another burst of speed on the motorbike.