AZARIA’s POV
I took a deep breath and tried again to swing my leg over the damn bike. My thighs trembled with effort, my green eyes watered, and I had to blink so hard my lashes stuck together. Honestly, who invented this torture device? This bike was impossible to ride.
I know learning new things takes time, but this? This was just ridiculous. I tugged down my stupid little floral dress and tried straddling the electric-blue monster again. I really should’ve worn shorts, or at least jeans, but it was hot as hell today and my body needed to breathe. The straps kept sliding off my shoulders, baring more skin than I intended. My golden tan had been worth the hours of sunbathing, but right now I just felt sweaty and exposed.
The sun was pounding against my forehead, and I could feel sweat
