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Dane lets me hold onto his arm and wrist as I slide from behind him on that thundering torpedo he calls a bike. Thanking the powers above, we got here in one piece. My legs are a little Bambi on ice, given I have just been through the most exhilarating yet frightening journey of my life and was only finally starting to get used to it when we arrived.

“How was it? Still think it’s a deathtrap?” Dane Smirks, sliding my visor up for me after hauling off his helmet and ruffling his hair back to its chaotic sexy before leaning in to help me with the strap of mine which I’m already fumbling with. I stay still while he unclips it under my chin with practiced hands, staring at how handsome he looks when focused on doing so.

“Verdict is still out, although, for the last ten minutes, I didn’t feel like I was clinging on for dear life or about to have a stroke. It sort of got okay.” I point out, unable to admit that after I got used to how to mold to him as we turned and moved and that the speed