The darkness of the night seemed incapable of carrying the light of the stars; instead, the cold moonlight lingered forever, suspended high above.
"Where are we going, exactly... Just to be clear, we're only going to have drinks, nothing else."
The young woman riding the motorcycle, perhaps due to an inexplicable nervousness, lacked her usual urge to speed recklessly.
Instead, she could distinctly feel Sam's arms gently encircling her waist from behind.
His warm palms touched her waist, and in the wind, this warmth seemed unable to fully dissipate, stubbornly penetrating her skin, reaching deeper, more hidden, and more sensitive nerves.
Sam said with a laugh,
"Just follow the directions I gave you, don't worry, tonight is definitely going to be a special night."
How special would this night be?
In what sense was it special?
Mia didn't know, but she felt her heartbeat quicken inexplicably.
