Grace
Half the ride, I was holding my breath.
If I let my nerves show for even a second, I was certain I’d either fling myself off the bike or somehow get us into an accident. My arms tightened around River’s waist, my chest pressed to his back, my knuckles white from gripping him so hard. I must have looked ridiculous, clinging for dear life, but survival was survival.
Some twisted part of me thought that if I slipped, maybe he’d fall with me, at least then I wouldn’t meet God alone. But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. I didn’t want anything to happen to River. He was a good person. Annoying, yes, especially with the way he laughed every time I jolted when the bike leaned.
When the engine finally cut off, I opened my eyes. We were already parked in front of my place. I sig
