The motorcycle sped along the smooth road.
The night wind whistled past, lifting the ends of hair outside the helmet.
Streetlights flashed by like the tails of shooting stars.
Mia loved this feeling, akin to the freedom everyone seeks, breathing in the compressed air, feeling her heartbeat quicken like the revving tachometer.
Such moments always brought Mia unparalleled sensations, as if she were a sprite living in the night.
It's hard to describe how wonderful and thrilling this feeling was. Perhaps her essence was never meant for being the obedient girl. Though youth had passed, her life was still ablaze...
The only difference from other times was the presence of Sam behind her.
His initial tight embrace around her waist was both amusing and somewhat embarrassing to her.
It was funny that Sam could also be timid, but... why was he holding so tight? And why were his hands so hot?
