“I’m starting the bike, okay?” Ashley nodded, gripping the back of my jacket in trembling fists before I’d even stuck the key into the ignition. The beater rumbled to life weakly; the engine revving wasn’t even enough to drown out her gasp of surprise. It was pathetic even though it had a purpose in this moment, and I clenched my jaw in irritation.
“Ready to go?” Soft, small breasts pressed against my back, and Ashley’s harsh breath, hot with excitement, rolled down under my collar. Closing my eyes to force back the electricity that struck my chest, I squeezed the handlebars tightly. I must be around Erica too much to feel this way about a f*****g stranger I met in a parking lot.
“I need a helmet or something, right?”
“Well, you should always have a helmet on, but we’re just going aroun
