Sophia POV
“Maybe you should hold on tighter,” Dante said. Sophia had her helmet on and was holding onto his shoulders.
“Nah, I’m good,” she said, glancing around. The guards had noticed her getting on Dante’s bike and were starting to get nervous.
Dante suddenly twisted the throttle, the engine roaring to life as the bike jerked forward, causing Sophia to instinctively wrap her arms tightly around him to steady herself.
She could just feel Dante smirking. “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, as he sped off, off-campus grounds. Sophia caught a glimpse of the guards racing to their car.
“Very,” Dante spoke silkily, a playful edge to his voice.
They sped off until they reached a quiet clearing near a forest. The trees loomed overhead, the air thick with the smell o
