Riding on a motorcycle through the city was the equivalent of sky diving without a parachute, at least with Loki driving.
I kept one hand in my lap to keep my dress from flying up. Of course, that meant I only had one arm to hold onto him.
Leaning against his back for added support, I wrapped my arm as far around his stomach as I could, clinging for dear life.
Every time he swerved the bike around a car or took a corner, I was sure we'd topple over.
My entire body cramped up and I kept my eyes shut tight. I didn't want to see my death coming if this thing crashed.
By the time we got to Club Blue, I couldn't even get off the infernal contraption.
“Trust you?" I asked as he put the kickstand down and swung off the bike easily. My legs trembled and every muscle in my body ached. “
