Celeste sat at the back of the motorbike with her hair loose, the wind blowing past her naked neck and into the gap between her breasts.
The salty air and the sound of crashing waves resounded in the distance, a sweet treat to her ears as she looked on.
The beautiful line of the ocean far in the distance was dotted by twinkling yellow lights. And most amazing of all, Avond's warm body under her touch.
Celeste wondered if he noticed, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She let her fingers run over the hard muscles of his body, enjoying how it moved as he controlled the beast they were riding along the narrow road over the hills.
It was like a dream, a scene from a movie where she was the main character, and she loved it.
She certainly did feel like a main character, considering how everything now seemed to fall into place.
