Abigail's POV
We sped out of the city like a secret running away from the world.
The wind howled past us, tugging at my dress, whipping my hair left outside the helmet. My arms were wrapped tightly around his torso less out of romance, more out of survival. The hum of the motorbike vibrated through my chest, and every bump in the road made me hold tighter. I could feel his strength beneath the leather jacket, solid and warm, and for a moment, I forgot I was doing something absolutely ridiculous.
The further we drove, the quieter the world became.
Streetlights melted into darkness. The glow of the city disappeared behind us, swallowed by trees and open fields. The air turned cooler, fresher, and somewhere along the way, I stopped worrying about how I looked and started… breathing.
When
