The motorcycle was more daunting up close. Aliyah held the black helmet against her chest and stared at the bike.
Neo straddled it with the engine off, trying to coax Aliyah to sit on the back.
“Are you sure this will be safe IN Detroit? Isn't there going to be, like, a million cars flying around?"
Neo chuckled. “C'mon, love. Put some faith in me. I'm a seasoned driver."
This was the second time he'd called her that, and the first time she thought he was joking. This time he said it so casually. It would have made Aliyah's stomach flip if it weren't already turning with anxiety.
Neo held out his hand to Aliyah until she finally took it. She settled onto the back of the bike behind Neo.
They'd been more intimate than this when they kissed and held each other, but there was something
