Salem followed River out to the garage, her nerves humming with excitement and a little apprehension. The bike gleamed under the morning light, black and sleek, polished to a mirror finish. River swung a leg over effortlessly, the kind of ease that came from years of experience, then offered her a hand.
“Ready?” he asked, voice calm but carrying a teasing edge.
Salem hesitated, then climbed onto the bike behind him, gripping the leather seat tightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she muttered, teeth grazing her lower lip.
River started the engine, the growl of the bike vibrating through her. Her stomach did a little flip, and she instinctively clutched his waist tighter. He shot her a sideways glance, smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax… I’ve got you.”
They rolled out of the garage, slowly
