Chapter 19
Peyton
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RIDING ON THE back of Dom’s bike was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Not only was it nice to snuggle up against him, but being on a two-wheeled machine, surrounded by air and not metal, was both scary and thrilling. I definitely understood the allure of being on a motorcycle, and by the time we pulled up to my house, I almost didn’t want to get off.
“That was wonderful,” I told him when he shut off the engine. “I had no idea how enjoyable it could be.”
Dom grinned. “Yeah. There’s nothing quite like it.”
I handed him the helmet. “So, how long have you ridden?”
“Since I was seventeen.”
“How many bikes have you owned?”
“This is my fourth,” he replied.
“Impressive.”
“Thank you. You should get one,” he said, smiling.
I laughed. “Me? Right.”
“Sure. We c
