The vibration from Rohan Milano's chest as he kept on grumbling about something is what you can feel, along with his arms that are wrapped around your waist

"Can't you go a little faster?" Rohan grunted, starting to regret that he stubbornly insists on doing that trick and got his wrist sprained. He feels pathetic that he has to rely on you.

"We'll be fine, don't be a pussy" He insisted, badly wanting to feel the wind blowing in his face and the speed that sends a rush through his bones.