We're fucked

I started the engine and felt him hold on tight, looking scared.

- Do you swear you never got on a motorcycle? I asked.

- I swear... I hate anything that only has two wheels.

- Enjoy the ride and don't be afraid, Hector. I'll bring you alive , I swear!

Hector squeezed me even tighter and I felt his chin on my shoulder. I don't know if he was enjoying the ride or was just deliberately rubbing himself against me.

His hands suddenly went inside my jacket and he touched my breasts, making me shiver.

I felt his face tighten and I fixed the rearview mirror, noticing the smirk as he stared at myself in the mirror:

- Do you like it, Barbara? – he asked in my ear as he stroked me.

- Yes... - I confessed, without realizing it.

The smile was even more beautiful now and our eyes met in the mirror.

- I missed you... I missed you so much. He bit my earlobe.

- Hector, you're distracting me... - I said as I left the back streets.

- Do you swear? Why even while heading towards the highway? Should you