TESSA
“Don't dig up my personal life. Take me back to the café. We're even now,” I said, avoiding contact with his blue eyes.
He stared at me for a long second before reaching for the handle of his bike.
Surprisingly, he listened.
Kyle started the bike and slipped his helmet on.
I pushed the stupid thoughts clouding my head away and climbed onto the back seat behind him. The moment the bike sped forward, a soft breeze rushed against us, tangling through my hair while my hands instinctively gripped his broad shoulders.
Kyle rode through the night, fast and smooth.
And despite everything spinning inside my head, I hated how safe I felt holding onto him.
A few minutes later, he slowed in front of the café. The engine rumbled beneath us one last time before dying into silence.
I slipp
