A sequel of the story The Groom
“Have you ridden one, Thalia?”
“Can I just go back and change my outfit?”
“Your outfit is just fine. Just clip it in.”
He winked and bounced his eyebrows coyly. I wore an ivory cocktail dress that flowed from my waist down. And he gave me a helmet that I snugged on my head and assisted me in getting on his bike while he balanced it.
“Hold on tight.”
And I tried to clip my skirt as much as I can, my long creamy legs showed. His smell swifts through my nose that I held tighter. He smelled so good and captivating. I was almost embracing his god-like body.
We went to a dock where a humongous boat was. Then he asked me to alight.
I did and he gave the bike to somebody whom I assumed is one of his guys. He took off his helmet. I tried to take off mine but
