Cora POV
The helmet was difficult and frustrating. My hands were shaking, my fingers couldn't get a hold of the strap, and in the end, I had to ask for help.
I hated asking anyone for help.
Learned to be independent many years ago, but since meeting Gunner, I have had to humble myself several times and ask for help more times than I had in years. I was glad to be wearing my sunglasses so he couldn't see my eyes; they would have revealed how much I was scared to climb on that bike. I had seen enough accident results to know they have little protection from harm.
I climbed onto the back with his help, and my legs spread wider than I expected, like my groin was almost on his back.
Gunner pulled me closer to him, my groin now on his bottom, the sudden rub on that area, had my lady part
