THE DUKE
I’m not too proud to admit that I squealed like a schoolgirl when I saw the blue YZF-R1 parked out the front that matched the keys in my hand. Exactly the same as my Duchess’, just bright blue to her yellow.
She'd even added a ‘Duke’ Valkyrie decal that matched the one on my cut. Stickler for the details, my girl.
“Shall we go for a ride?” she asked, a smirk on her face. She knew she’d got this bike spot on.
“Let’s do it, my Duchess,” I replied, pulling her into my arms for a kiss, spinning her around.
Whilst I was distracted, Karma had brought the Duchess’ YZF around the front, parking it next to mine.
“Come along then, Duke,” the Duchess grinned. “Are you going to stare in awe at me all day, or shall we go take your new bike for a spin?”
I watched her swap her cut back f
