Arms tightly around his waist, body pressed on his, closer than bread and jam, she trembled behind him like a single leaf in a heavy wind.
"White, I'm not going to kill you. You have to let go of me to feel free." This was the umpteenth time he was telling her this, but...
"No, I'm not letting go. What if I let go and you jerk up the bike like they do in action movies, I'll fall right off," she strongly counters. There was no way she was letting go of him. Not today.
"Jerk up the bike? You mean like this?" He accelerates and jerks the motorcycle up, causing her to cling to him even tighter as she screamed.
"OH MY GOSH!!! OH MAMA, PAPA!! OH GOSH, OH GOSH!! HEY! I don't want to die yet!!" She yells at him, and he could hear her voice tremble with fear. Her entire body was quivering even more than before. She was scared out of her mind.
