Finally, he slowed, and I was able to see straight. I was used to cars, enclosed in metal that protected my flesh and bones. No wind to remind me of the speed we were traveling.
And breathe. In and frickin’ out.
At the third stoplight, I finally took a moment to relax. I sat back and flexed my stiff fingers. I didn’t enjoy taking the turns—at all. It scared me and felt like death was waiting. He turned his head so I could hear him.
“When I lean, you lean,” he ordered.
Sure, yeah, of course.
Dick.
I didn’t nod because I was wound tight. I saw him flash a smirk in the mirror, one that made my breath catch in my throat. Lord, he was f*****g sexy. His short beard called my fingers, but I behaved. I didn’t even know the man.
The light was about to change, and I leaned forward and wrapped
