Ava put her hand on his shoulder and got on the bike.
Ian grabbed her hands and pulled her closer. He then wrapped her hands around his chest and turned his head at her.
"I am your man. Hold me tight."
His voice was deep. His gaze was intense. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head at him.
He smirked at her and turned back to the road.
After putting on his helmet, he started the bike.
She glanced at the black helmet. She recalled that when he had offered her his helmet, she refused it. So he had thrown his helmet on the road.
'Did he buy a new one?' she thought, examining it.
She gasped when her body pressed against his back while the bike moved on the speed breaker.
"Told you to hold me tight," he reminded her.
She exhaled and shook her head.
'Did he do that intentionally?'
