“Ride with me.”
Three simple words. A seemingly perfect solution after my car breaks down.
So why am I so nervous about this? Sure, I’ve harbored the biggest crush on him for over a decade. But one road trip isn’t going to clue him in on that well-kept secret.
I can’t put my finger on what’s making this ride feel like a big deal. That is, until he pulls me close and revs the hard rumbling engine of his bike.
Okay, things are definitely different.
And the ride hasn’t even begun yet.