Maya POV.
Two weeks later.
"Hold on tight baby, don't let go," Tyler yelled as he sped through the night streets of Salt Lake City.
"Yeeehaaahh," I screamed with excitement as my long hair flew in the wind.
My hands were wrapped around his waist firmly, and I hugged him tightly as he drove us on his bike.
Tonight I wasn't even wearing a safety helmet, I was feeling free-spirited and was letting myself loose.
He was dressed in black leather from top to bottom, had no helmet on as well and was riding a standard Suzuki motorcycle.
His purple fire haircut ruffled with the breeze and he laughed along with me as we cruised through the major roads.
He didn't bother stopping when we got to a checkpoint, he just sped along, maneuvering through the corners and alleys if the police were hot o
