*Harper*
Camden turned the bike on and he was ready to go, but I felt myself lock up. Why couldn't I force myself onto the back of the bike? His helmet-clad head turned in my direction.
"Don't be scared," He held his hand out to me and I took a large breath in. Time to woman up. I walked towards the bike. My helmet fit snuggly and I felt powerful wearing it, but the idea of getting on the back of the bike again sent a chill down my back. His warm voice sounded in my ear again.
"I'm getting old here." He crossed his arms over his broad chest and I stuck my hip out and popped my hands up on either side.
