"You're a reality that I wouldn't dream of losing, but I'm afraid that I might just end up letting it all slip away."
...
"Or," I suggest as I sit cross-legged on the middle of the road. "You could walk till you get a phone signal and then call for help?" I ask, giving a tired sigh, and wiping off the sweat on my forehead.
We've been pushing the car down the road for twenty minutes but haven't seen any mechanic shop in sight, and I'm exhausted now.
"Good idea," he nods his head in approval and locks the car. "But you're coming with me."
He grabs me by the hand and lifts me to my feet.
"Why can't you go alone?" I whine. "We should have asked the motorbike guy from earlier for a ride! Why'd you have to refuse his help?"
"Because I saw his eyes travel to your butt." He clenches his jaw as he says, "You're not sitting behind a pervert. Besides, three riders aren't allowed on a two-wheeler; we'll get fined."
