The engine screamed awake, hungry and impatient. My fingers clenched tighter around the handlebars as the motorbike quivered beneath us, eager to throw itself forward. God, all these adjectives, as if I'm growing attached to this bad boy already, I might masturbate using the handle one of these days.
Hailie clung to my waist like a barnacle strapped for dear life onto a ship in a storm. I was going to ask if she wanna put on something else rather than that fancy white dress because there will most likely be dead bugs flown straight into her chest, but then again, maybe that was the least of our worries.
"Ready?" I asked over my shoulder, my voice muffled by the helmet.
"No!" she squeaked.
Which, of course, was good enough for me.
