Chapter 34.
Clara’s POV.
When Maxwell and I arrived at the little motorcycle shop, my eyes lit up at the rows of bikes lined neatly in the sunlight. Maxwell led the way with that calm confidence of his, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
My heart fluttered… not just at the sight of the bikes… but at the thought that he had actually agreed to do this with me, without a flicker of hesitation or argument.
Weird, but I find this part of him too soothing to accept.
My eyes dragged across the bikes and I hurriedly moved to the one that caught my attention. “Do we… pick one?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though excitement made my voice a little too high.
Maxwell’s gaze swept over the bikes, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “How about…,” he said quietly. “This one?”
