Chapter Fifteen
The world blurred as the bike jerked forward. I couldn’t help but press closer, my helmeted head pressing into his back, my body moving with his. The wind whipped around us, but all I could focus on was the strange, magnetic feeling of being so close to him. There was something about the way his body shifted with the bike, the way the engine rumbled beneath us—it was almost like we were two parts of the same machine.
“Not exactly a quiet getaway, huh?” I yelled over the engine, trying to make light of the situation.
“Since when do you want quiet?” he shot back, his voice smooth but edged with a smirk, the bike weaving through traffic with effortless skill. “You’ve always seemed to thrive in chaos.”
"Not this kind." I tightened my grip around his waist, pressing my body
