When Melody Thorne came to her senses, she was lying on Jared Quinn's lap with her feet hanging outside, the wind rushing past her ears, while the man beneath her drove calmly as if nothing had happened.
"Ah!" Melody Thorne screamed at the sight of Jared Quinn's perfect and rugged features, "Jared Quinn, what are you doing? My luggage, my luggage is still behind!"
She was taken away, but her luggage remained, containing all her belongings.
"Screech!" The tires rubbed against the ground, picking up speed, racing down the road, as if showing off his driving skills, constantly changing lanes, drifting, and occasionally even lifting the rear tires.
Melody Thorne tightly wrapped her arms around the man's neck, fearing that a slip would fling her out of the car with each extreme drift.
"Jared Quinn, stop the car, stop the car!" Melody Thorne screamed out.
