Zane
“Zane?” My mums voice rang out ai helped Amara off the bike. Her brand new boots crushed on the gravel and she let out a hiss of pain. I knew they were hurting her. and that that wasn’t surprising. After all of her years bare foot or in flip flops, it must have been horrible to have her feet so enclosed. The whole biker chick thing suited her though. I had to admit that as well. The tight jeans hugged her curves in such a mouth watering way that it was a miracle that I had managed to keep my hands to myself long enough to get us here.
If I’d had my way, we would have taken our time. I could have shown her the sights. All those things she was dying to see but we didn’t have time.
“Zane, what are you doing back….”
I watched as my mum came down the steps. She was on the bottom o
