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Corbyn-Motorcycle

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"Babe wanna take a late night drive?" Corbyn asked from the hall. He was standing there with his keys in one hand and helmet in the other, leaning against the wall waiting for my answer. I looked up from my phone on the couch with a confused look.
"On..the motorcycle?" I asked setting it down next to me giving him my full attention.

He chuckled "Yeah it'll be fun"

"I don't know if i trust that thing, or you" I raised an eyebrow as he set his stuff down walking towards me.
He leans down and grabs my cheeks in both hands gently, giving me a kiss. "I promise you'll be safe. I won't go fast unless you tell me to"
"I don't know babe..those things kinda scare me. What if we get hit or it's wet and we slide down the road? Or what if I fly off the back because I'm not holding on tight enough?"

He sighs before letting out a small laugh.
"It's warm out love. There's no rain"

"You will be super safe I promise." He adds.
"I'll teach you how to hold onto me and what to do. If at anytime you wanna stop just tap me and i'll pull over" Corbyn tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as he holds my chin smiling

"Fiiiiine I'll trust you. Please be slow at first" I dragged out being stern with him.

I sat behind Corbyn on his sleek black motorcycle, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist as we zoomed down the open road. The wind whipped through my hair and the adrenaline pumped through my veins. I couldn't help but feel alive and free with Corbyn by my side.

I had never been on a motorcycle before, but Corbyn was an experienced rider and I trusted him completely. As we rode through the winding roads of the countryside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and freedom.

Corbyn had always been a bit of a rebel, with his leather jacket and cool demeanor, but when we were together, he was always gentle and caring. He would hold my hand and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

As we rode through the countryside, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the fields and trees. Corbyn pulled over to the side of the road and we sat together, watching the sun dip below the horizon.

I leaned my head on Corbyn's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. In that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be – with Corbyn, on his motorcycle, feeling the wind in my hair and the love in my heart.

As we rode back home, the stars twinkling overhead, I knew that this was just the beginning of our adventures together. With Corbyn by my side, there was nothing we couldn't conquer. And I couldn't wait to see where the road would take us next.