-Austin POV-
“But... but...” She continues to say as I lead her to my motorcycle but she doesn’t finish what she is trying to say.
I smile and try not to laugh. I take the helmet and put it on her.
“But... it’s illegal... isn't it?” She finally says.
I make sure the helmet is secure. “Yep.” I say and sit on the bike with her behind me.
She now stays quiet as we ride. It takes us about thirty minutes to get there and when we do, the place is packed. This time, it is behind an abandoned factory. Since it is something that is illegal, the place changes every time.
I park and help Dakota off. When I take her helmet off, she is looking at everything and everyone with fear and wonder.
I put my arm around her shoulder and then whisper. “Stay close.”
She nods still distracted.
