~TESSA~
The engine rumbled beneath me like a living thing.
I was starting to love these bike rides and basically everything about bikes.
Guess my hot biker saviour didn't just affect me with his love, I had been affected by his 'biker syndrome' as well.
Ryder’s bike wasn’t just fast... it was pure power. The way it hugged the road, the vibration through the seat, the way he moved with it like they were born together.
It was... nothing short of amazing. That's all I can say.
I held tight to his jacket, leaning into his back, the wind whipping at my hair as we roared down the quiet highway.
It wasn’t fear I felt.
It was freedom...
It was him.
We pulled up to the shop a few minutes later—Bishop Motorcycles.
The sign was quite... old-fashioned and bold, the letters clean but slight
