Hendrix POV
The wind blows through my hair like a tornado, and since I'm very acquainted with my untamed hair, I know I'll be ripping tangles out of it most of the night. I can't help thinking that it's somehow worth it. The night air, the smooth breeze, the open road. It's all breathtaking.
Though sometimes I find it hard to concentrate with Cedric's strong arms caging me in, his rough hands on top of mine.
As soon as I found out what a rush it is to be a passenger on a motorcycle, I didn't ever want to get off.
It's amazing. Freeing. Pure bliss. And the best part of it is that I'm spending time with Cedric too. Frozen yogurt, a thrilling ride through the dark. I don't want this night to end.