“Is everything okay?”
His face fell.
“You mean because of last night?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, thanks.
Everything’s fine. I apologize again for abandoning you like that.”
“It’s okay,” I
said, shrugging. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”
“Here. Put
this on.” He handed me a small, cheap looking helmet that was hanging on one of
his handlebars.
I crinkled my
nose.
“I insist,” he
said. “Plus, if you don’t wear it, your hair will be a tangled mess by the time
we get there.”
“What about
your hair?”
He shrugged.
“It’s hopeless anyway.” He pointed to a hot metal tube behind his foot. “Be
careful not to burn yourself on the exhaust when you get on.”
I looked down
at the pipe.
“Otherwise
you’ll get what they call a Thai tattoo.”
I pursed my
lips and straddled the bike, planting my feet firmly on the footrests and
trying to play it cooler than I felt.
“If I’m going
too fast, just give me a squeeze and I’ll slow down.”
“Okay.”
He handed a
spare pair of aviators over his shoulder. “And wear these to protect your
eyes.”
I unfolded the
glasses and slid them over my face.
“Ready?” he
asked, looking over his shoulder.
“All systems
go,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and resisting the sudden urge I had to
dig my fingers into his abs.
He sped up
quickly, the bike roaring to life underneath me as we took off down the main
stretch of road. At the first traffic lights we came to, I caught a glimpse of our
reflection in some shop windows and couldn’t help but think we made a cute
couple. I mean, he was beyond hot, but I didn’t look completely ridiculous by
his side either.
I was just
getting comfortable when he turned onto the highway, and I felt my nerves
spring into action. With one hand, I reached behind me to assess how far away
the sissy bar was. Then I squeezed my legs along the outside of his, excited by
our full body contact.
The wind
whipped against my arms as we sped down the road, but it was nice to feel cool
for a change. Once I got used to our speed, I peeked over his shoulder just
long enough to catch a glimpse of the speedometer. It said we were going 80kph,
but it felt much faster to me.
But I wasn’t
going to make a fuss in front of Mr. X Games, so I ducked down and tucked my
head behind his neck. After that, I felt much better, and besides the
occasional small rock hitting my shins and my arms, it was kind of fun.
Eventually, I got
so comfortable holding on to him that my mind was able to wander from my
current chances of imminent death to where the heck he might be taking me.
Twenty minutes
later, Jack slowed down and turned off the highway onto a skinny road that looked
more like a dirt path and definitely felt less smooth under the bike. If I’d
known we were going to be off-roading, I would’ve worn a sports bra… instead of
leaving it in my underwear drawer in Seattle.
In fact, it
wasn’t long before I decided I had no choice but to press my chest right up
against his back so I wouldn’t bounce around until the road evened out again.
When it
finally did, I leaned back just in time to see a large rock formation jutting
into the sky over Jack’s shoulder.
He pointed
towards it. “That’s where we’re going.”
To a rock? I
was confused. I thought we were going to a show? And what about dinner? Maybe
the show was going to be him watching me hunt for my own food in the Thai
wilderness. Oh god I hoped not.
Still, I’d
come too far to back out now.
As we headed
towards the peak, more craggy rock formations sprung up along the horizon around
it until they were almost blocking out all the light from the setting sun. It was
mildly unsettling. I mean, the scenery was a lot more ominous and wild than I
was expecting.
It genuinely
felt like the backdrop of a Hollywood film set in a
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