27. Mara
The Sacramento disappeared behind us in streaks of color and buildings blurred together and cars became nothing more than flashes in my peripheral vision.
The only thing that felt real was the steady rumble of Black Beauty beneath us and the broad back pressed against my chest.
I smiled into Zander's jacket as my arms tightened around his waist almost instinctively.
If anyone had told me a month ago that I would be riding through the city on his motorcycle while holding him like this, I would've laughed in their face. Zander didn't let people close especially not me yet here I was.
The morning breeze danced through the loose strands of my hair escaping my helmet. His scent drifted back to me every time the wind changed direction. There was leather, coffee and the faint trace
