As the motorcycle's engine roared to life, Abby clung to Remo, her heart pounding in her chest. The vibrations from the bike reverberated through her, and she couldn't deny the thrill of the experience.
She held onto Remo as tightly as she dared, her arms wrapped around his waist.
It was impossible to ignore the proximity of their bodies, and her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness.
She tightened her grip around his waist, her fingers inadvertently digging into the fabric of his jacket.
As they leaned into a curve, she followed Remo's lead, her body pressing against his.
The sensation of being so close to him was electrifying, and she couldn't help but steal glances at the strong contours of his jawline and the way his muscles moved beneath his clothing.
