#Chapter 47: Wild & Free

Kayla I caught the helmet Nicholas tossed me, fumbling with it for a moment. He tugged his own helmet on with ease and climbed on the bike before I had a chance to make sense of the invitation. “Are you getting on, or do you need a formal invitation?” he asked, his voice muffled by the visor. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and put my helmet on, adjusting the strap beneath my chin before climbing on behind him. Lately, the act of getting on the back of a motorcycle was becoming less daunting, although it still had a way of making my heart race a little. “Don’t let go,” he called over his shoulder. “You’re not going to throw me off, are you?” “Only if you’re not holding on tight enough.” Before I could respond, he kicked the bike into gear. My breath caught as the bike lurched forward, the garage door rolling up and spilling us out into the open air. Nicholas wasted no time hitting the throttle, the wind already whipping against my exposed s