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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱

We finished our breakfast and headed back upstairs, Jesse helping me carry my things. Once we were in the bedroom, he turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got something special planned for today," he said, his tone teasing.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" I asked, curious.

"We're going for a ride," he replied, winking. I frowned. "A ride? Where to?"

"It's a surprise," he answered, his voice a low growl. I felt a thrill run down my spine at the thought of a secret outing with him. "I love surprises," I said, smiling.

"I know," he replied, his voice soft. "And I've got the perfect one for you." He grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him.

"Oh, you do?" I asked, trying to play it cool even though my heart was racing at his touch.

"Yes, I do," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. I shivered, feeling my body react to him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his hands tightening on my hips.

I giggled and wriggled out of his grip, taking a few steps away. "So what are we doing? Tell me," I begged.

He shook his head, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Not yet. We're going for a ride."

"Come on," I pleaded, taking his hand. "Please, tell me."

He shook his head again, his smile widening. "Nope, not telling."

"Ugh, you're the worst," I groaned, pretending to be annoyed. He chuckled and kissed my forehead, his hands running up and down my sides.

"You'll love it, I promise."

"I better," I grumbled, but couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"Come on, let's get you ready."

"Wait, where are we going?"

"You'll see."

He helped me get dressed, picking out a cute outfit and putting it on for me.

"You're so pretty," he said as he buttoned my shirt.

"Thank you," I blushed, looking down at my feet.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice thick with emotion. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, then picked up my backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He led me downstairs and out of the door, the air cold and crisp against my skin.

We headed to the garage, and I was surprised to see a moto parked there, waiting for us.

"What's this?" I asked, admiring the bike. It was sleek and black, with a chrome finish.

"Your surprise," Jesse replied, handing me a helmet.

I looked at him in disbelief. "You got me a moto?"

"For you to practice on. I thought it'd be fun for us to learn together," he explained, his eyes shining with excitement. I felt my heart swell with gratitude and love for him.

I put on the helmet, a little nervous but also thrilled. He helped me mount the moto, his strong hands steadying me. I gripped the handles tightly as he showed me how to start it, then how to shift gears.

Jesse smiled reassuringly, his hands firmly on my waist.

I nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Jesse put one foot on the ground, holding me steady as he showed me how to start the bike. The engine rumbled to life, vibrating beneath me. I felt a thrill run through my body as I gripped the handles tighter. He taught me how to shift gears, explaining when to push on the clutch and when to release it. It was a lot to take in, but I trusted him.

We drove out of the garage and onto the street, the wind whipping through my hair. I felt alive and free, riding alongside Jesse. He showed me how to make turns, slow down, and speed up. It was exhilarating, and I couldn't help but laugh with joy as we sped past the trees and houses. The countryside stretched out before us, a beautiful tapestry of green and gold.

As we rode, Jesse continued to teach me new things, his voice calm and reassuring over the roar of the engine. He showed me how to brake properly, how to lean into corners, and how to handle different types of terrain. I felt like I could trust him with my life, and it was the most amazing feeling in the world.

We stopped for lunch at a little roadside café, our stomachs growling in anticipation. We sat at a small table outside, our moto propped up on its kickstand. The sun was warm on our faces as we ate, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for this day, this moment, with him.

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