I blinked at Roman for a few seconds before I asked, “You know how to ride a bike?”
He gave me a boyish smile as he picked up his helmet and put it on. “Before the expensive suits and well-gelled hair, there was once a boy who broke at least one bone every week.”
I chuckled softly. “I find that hard to believe.”
He went still, his eyes dropping to my lips, his smile dropping by an inch. The look in his eyes heated for a second before it cleared quickly, and his smile returned. “I’ll prove it to you. Get on.”
I walked to the bike slowly, inhaling deeply before I got on, grabbing onto the handlebars. Roman got in after me, and I froze when he was completely pressed to me, his chest pressed against my back, his hands holding mine that were on the handlebars. His thighs were tight around m
