TorrieI want the bike ride to last forever and be over in a second.
On the motorcycle, Gav is so sure, so skillful. It’s almost as if he’s the bike himself, the easy way he weaves past everything, as if the whole city is part of one of those car videogames, and he just has to reach the finish line.
I want to savor tonight. Already, it’s been perfect.
This is the happiest night of my life and there’s still even more to come.
As we sail from street to street to highway to exit, my eager anticipation changes into excited realization of just where we’re going.
No sooner have we pulled up to our old motel than has Gav ordered me, “Don’t move.”
“What if I don’t listen?” I shoot back cheekily.
To which he gets off the bike, strides over and picks me up.
“You will.”
I flop back, don’t eve
