Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~13~

For the next few days we left the forest and Missouri behind entirely. Flynn decided to deviate from his carefully planned trip to be spontaneous me. Cute no?

Ever since that kiss we were constantly looking at each other, touching each other and overall just enjoying each other. We didn't have any more deep conversations and I never admitted anything to him despite what he shared with me.

I didn't want to ruin this bliss. I was happy and he was happy with me. We had hardly known each other a week and we had spent more time together on this road trip than I ever had with any guy before.

Right Flynn was trying to teach my how to drive the bike but I couldn't quite focus, not when I was clinging to him so tight trying to look over his shoulder as we sped down the road. I could feel his shoulders and stomach tense when he talked and tried to show me what he was doing. It was hopeless, I was never going to learn anything in this arrangement.

"Faith!" Flynn tried to get my attention, most likely fed up with my lack of attention to his no doubt skillful explanation of how to expertly control the beast he affectionately called Betsy.

"That's my name," I sang back.

"I'm going to make you drive this thing and you are not going to have any idea what you are doing," Flynn told me, exasperated.

"Well then you might not want me to drive it then," I advised him with a smirk.

"I'll be right behind you to help you," Flynn assured me, completely missing my point.

"So I'm guessing this is happening no matter how little I paid attention to your advice," I figured and Flynn nodded his head to show I had assumed correctly.

We pulled over on the side of the road, safe right, somewhere in South Dakota and switched places. Flynn's larger body in the smaller back seat made me feel like I was being enveloped by his body. His legs were completely around mine and both of his arms could still reach the handlebars.

To be honest he could probably drive perfectly fine from sitting in the back.

He walked me through how to start it and I managed to do that right, but he lost me with the clutch and throttle. Flynn placed his hands over mine and told me what to do. He guided me and soon the bike was rolling forward and I picked my feet up off the ground.

"Now ease into it. Slowly let the clutch go and roll the throttle back," Flynn instructed. He had told me my left hand was the clutch and my right was the throttle so I tried to do as he said. The bike lurched forward and Flynn corrected us quickly with a chuckle, "Easy there babe."

We were going about thirty miles per hour along the side of a highway and cars were flying past, some had moved over for us, but others were so close. It was nerve racking and exhilarating at the same time.

"Give the throttle a little roll," Flynn guided me again and this time I was more gentle and we increased speed at a steadier pace. I glanced in the tiny mirror and saw that the lane was clear.

"Can we go back on the road now?" I asked and Flynn said I could.

With his hand still over mine he steered us back over and we joined the rest of the traffic on the highway. I sped up and the speed and power were beginning to make me feel like a true motorcycle driver.

"You're doing great," Flynn yelled and I laughed at his enthusiasm. All I was doing was halfway controlling it as his hands and feet nudged mine.

We continued down the interstate awhile and slowly Flynn began to let go. I was scared at first but he assured me he would be right there if I needed him. He lazily held on to my waist just like I did to him, but it was different because he was the larger one and he was behind me. Different but I still liked it.