Breaking point

Living

I leaned against Cole's garage door as I waited for him to come back.

"Get on." He pointed to the motorcycle as he jogged out his front door, now wearing a shirt, sadly.

Raising my eyebrows momentarily, I followed him, climbing on behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

He took off as I relaxed, hanging on as he sped out of the neighborhood. It felt so familiar to do this now, not like the first time when I'd been dying of anxiety. But now I was used to it, the wind whipping throw my hair, the warmth radiating off of his torso, the feeling of his stomach heaving with even breaths and the landscape zooming past.

I leaned my head on his back, closing my eyes letting the breeze blow through my hair.

☠ Cole's POV ☠
I felt Molly's head against my back, smiling, I glanced back at her. She was adorable when she was trusting me. Well in my opinion most things she did were adorable.... Or at least cute.

Though her fighting me was always fun to, I don't know, maybe I just liked everything she did. I wasn't typically the kind of guy to "fall" for a girl, or obsess about them. Most girls annoyed the crap out of me if I'm being completely honest. They're usually catty, moody, impossible or just plain unreasonable, but somehow Molly just wasn't like that.

Glancing in the rear view mirror, I saw the ever annoying red and blue lights of a cop car.

"Not again." I mumbled, speeding even more, attempting to lose them. Of course I knew other routes that were hard to follow unless you were driving, well, a motorcycle.

Turning sharp to the right, I headed for the edge of the ramp, time for some off roading.

"Hold on tight princess, this is gonna get interesting." I told her over the noise of rushing wind, feeling her arms lock tighter around me, I sped up as much as possible. Driving across the empty highway toward the edge that wasn't technically an exit but oh well.

Gripping the handle bars as tight as possible, I braced myself for the shock wave that I knew was coming as we launched off the edge, heading for the dirt "road".

My motorcycle slammed down against the dirt, sending a wave of shock as I kept going. Darting between trees, following the path I always used to escape cops. There were reasons I was never caught, I had to much skills for that.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw the cop car zip past where we'd driven off the ramp.

"Well that was fun." I smirked, turning and heading back toward the real road.

➳ Molly's POV ➳
My heart raced a million miles a second, still in shock that he'd driven off the flipping bridge! Ok, it wasn't a bridge; a ramp, but holy crap that was scary!

I took a deep breath, attempting to slow my accelerated heart beat and breathing.

"Your gonna get us killed I swear!" I yelled over the wind, wanting to slap him but not daring to move my arms from around him for fear of falling off and probably dying.

"Your fine." Cole retorted, smirking as he glanced back at me, the sun catching on his shimmery eyes. Ugh, I loved his sapphire eyes.

My pulse finally came back down to normal, my tense grip loosened a bit as I relaxed again.

Cole started to swerve side to side, probably just to scare me, tilting the motorcycle as much to one side as he could without actually tipping it over.