james

You’re on the back of his bike, your arms wrapped around his waist, your body pressed against his back as you both speed down the road. The wind whips through your hair and the engine roars as he accelerates.

You ride behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist as you feel the cool breeze on your skin. The sound of the motorcycle's engine roars in your ears, drowning out everything else. The stars twinkle above you and the moon shines brightly, casting a silvery glow on the asphalt.

You ride behind him, holding onto his waist tightly as he speeds down the road.