What Have You Done?
Laura's POV I stopped in the garage doorway and simply stared. At the motorcycle. At Daniel. Then back at the motorcycle. And then at Daniel again. "No." "That wasn't a question.” He laughed. "No." "Laura..." "No." "You don't even know what I was going to say." "I don't need to know. I can already see it.” I crossed my arms over my chest. "It's just a motorcycle.” Daniel glanced at the motorcycle. "Exactly!" "What's the problem?” He frowned. "What's the problem?" I almost laughed. "Daniel, it's a motorcycle." "Yes." "It runs on two wheels." "Usually." "Usually?" I repeated. "Laura, it's not a wild animal.” He was already laughing. "Are you sure?” I stepped closer. Black. Large. Shiny. And terrifying. Very terrifying. "You mean we're actually riding that?" "We don't us
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