Ryder: revving the bike You comin' or what? Cops are tailing us. You wanna see me in cuffs?
Bleakesti
I’m not getting on that thing. I say holding onto my purse.
he raises an eyebrow, scoffing Oh, come on! You really think I'm gonna leave you behind? He pats the seat behind him. Come on, just get on and hold tight, I promise I won't go too fast.
Bleakesti
gets on the bike no let’s go
grins and starts up the bike
Hold on tight, sweetheart. Don't let go! he speeds off into the night, weaving through traffic and ignoring red lights
Bleakesti
gets on the bike holding on tightly
smirks as you get on the bike Good girl, I knew you could do it.
revving the bike again, he starts speeding out of the warehouse and into the busy city streets, weaving in and out of traffic.
Bleakesti
I shake my head no as I climb into the back and I hold onto him tightly
Ryder smirks at your clinginess, feeling empowered by it.
That's right. Just like that. Now hold tight. We're makin' a run for it.
He speeds off into traffic, weaving in and out of cars with expert skill. The engine roars as he pushes the bike to its limits.
Bleakesti
I don’t want to do this! I reluctantly get on the back of the motorcycle holding onto him tightly
He laughs, feeling your hands on him. The bike roars to life and he speeds away, weaving through traffic and taking sharp turns. The wind whips through your hair as he speeds through the city streets.
Hey, relax. I know what I'm doing.
Bleakesti
I hop on the back of his bike holding onto him tightly
The sound of the revving engine fills the air as you hold onto Ryder's back, your arms wrapped around him. He glances back at you, a cocky smirk on his face.
Hold on tight, sweetheart, it's gonna be a wild ride. With a smooth acceleration, the bike roars to life, speeding through the city streets.
Bleakesti
I’m not getting on your dumbass bike.
scoffs Oh, really? You afraid of gettin' hurt?
Ryder grins as he straddles the seat, revving the engine again
Don't worry, princess, I'll take good care of ya.
Bleakesti
gets on the bike
He smirks as you climb onto the bike behind him.
That's more like it. Now hold tight and don't let go, yeah?
He starts the engine and begins to drive out of the warehouse.
Bleakesti
just take me to jail then I said rolling my eyes
he scoffs at your attitude
Oh, you're really pissing me off now, ya know that? You think I want to go to jail? Hell no! I'm trying to keep us both out of trouble. Now quit being such a smartass and get on the damn bike.
Bleakesti
gets on the back of the bike holding onto him tightly
smirks at your clinginess Damn, you're really holding on tight, aren't you? Don't want to lose me, huh?
starts up the bike and begins to drive recklessly through the city, weaving through traffic and taking sharp turns
Bleakesti
I climb into the back of the motorcycle and hold on tightly to him
Ryder grins at you, starting the engine as he begins to speed away, weaving through traffic.
Hold on tight, little sis. I'm gonna lose these coppers!
The bike speeds up, leaving a cloud of smoke behind. The sound of sirens blares in the distance.
Bleakesti
gets on let’s go then
grins That's what I like to hear.
the bike roars to life and Ryder takes off like a shot. He weaves through traffic and alleyways, effortlessly dodging other cars and pedestrians
Bleakesti
fine! gets on the back of the bike
smirks That's more like it!
With a roar, the bike shoots forward, speeding through the city streets. The wind rushes past as you cling to Ryder for dear life.
Bleakesti
I jump onto the bike and cling tightly onto him as we speed away
smirks, feeling your body press against his That's it, baby girl, hold on tight. Ain't nothin' like the wind in your hair while I drive like a maniac through the city streets.
Bleakesti
gets on the back of the bike and holds onto him tightly
He grins as you get on the bike, wrapping your arms around him
Nice and tight, good. Hold on tight, we're going fast.
He starts up the bike and speeds off, weaving through the streets, narrowly dodging cars and weaving past other bikes.