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The sound of the bike's tires screeching against the asphalt, and the loud rumbling coming from the engine echoed in the silence of the night, the bike's headlights cut through the night, lighting up the road ahead. A slight smile appeared on my face as I saw Kaylo dressed up in black pants, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket.
"You'd probably turn some heads if you rode shirtless," I teased, unable to resist poking fun at him. "You clean up pretty well," I complimented, unable to hide my admiration.
"You look pretty good yourself, Seve," he remarked, his words causing a flush of warmth to rise to my cheeks.
He thinks I look pretty? I thought to myself. No way! Is this the first time Kaylo had actually looked at me.
I was wearing a white shirt tucked into the baggy jeans paired with white sneakers. A few buttons were open at the front revealing my collarbone and the pearl necklace which wrapped tightly around my neck.
The outfit fit me perfectly.
I examined his face, "Hope it gets well soon" I whispered, my fingers tracing the contours of his bruised cheekbone, trailing down to his injured lip. Sensing his tension, I watched as his emerald eyes flickered under the soft glow of the light. His throat bobbed nervously, a subtle flush coloring his cheeks as he gently covered my hand with his own.
"Seve," His voice was barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" I replied, my gaze locked with his.
Taking my hand in his, he pulled me closer,
A shiver ran down my spine.
With a gentle motion, he placed a helmet atop my head, his fingers delicately brushing away stray strands of hair from my face.
"But don't you need a helmet?" I questioned.
"It's fine. Just hold onto me," he reassured,
I hopped on the back of his bike, and Kaylo kicked the engine into gear. We zoomed forward, the wind tousling my hair and whipping past us like a blur. I snuggled up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist as tight as I could, trying to block out the chilly breeze.
Is this a back hug?
Or am I just clinging on for dear life?
Who cares? It feels damn good. His body heat radiates through his jacket, warming me up in ways I never expected. And resting my head against his back? It's like finding the comfiest pillow in the world.
As we rode along, I couldn't help but think about how far we've come. Who would've guessed we'd end up here, sharing this moment on the back of a motorcycle? It's crazy how life works out sometimes. But right now, all I want is for time to stop so we can stay like this forever.
