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“Both legs, both arms,” he teases. “Fractured skull.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“I swear, if you crash with her on the back of that bike…” Wyatt interrupts.
Anthony laughs as he watches on.
“Stop laughing, Ant,” Wyatt warns. “This could be the last trip we ever come on.”
“Or last trip we ever make,” I mutter flatly.
Spencer’s eyes widen with delight. “Will you all fucking relax? I’m an excellent driver and…” He throws his leg over the bike and leans down, pretending to ride fast. “You won’t be able to keep up with Charlotte and me.”
Good grief, I may actually die today. “Spencer, I don’t know about this.”
“Get on, woman.” He gestures to the back of the bike with his chin.
I put my hands on my hips and smirk at him. He’s said that to me before, although the context was completely different. “Get on and wrap your legs around me.”
I do as I’m told, enjoying the way he helps me onto the seat behind him.
“You boys all right with everything?” Spencer asks them. Wyatt starts up his engine, followed by Anthony. Spencer starts our bike up, too.
“Go slow,” Wyatt warns him. “Don’t drive stupid.”
Spencer rolls his eyes. “You nag me to fucking death, Wyatt.”
Anthony chuckles. “Right?”
Spencer turns around and flips my little glass screen down over my eyes. “Hold on tight, angel.”
He pulls out slowly, and I scrunch my eyes tight and hold on.
He begins to pick up speed, and I squeeze him so tight that I’m afraid he may pop.
We pull out into the street and down the hill.
“You okay?” he calls.
I nod, too scared to reply. We ride on the cobblestone streets for a while, and I watch the people flash by us in a blur.
He runs his hand along my thigh. Hmm, maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
We pull out onto a wider road and he speeds up a little. Wyatt appears on his bike beside us out of nowhere, holding his hand up for Spencer.
“Slow down!” he calls to us.
Spencer shakes his head, flips him the bird, and accelerates away.
“Ah!” I scream as I am pushed back from the G-force.
I look behind us to see Wyatt and Anthony chasing us with a look of sheer terror on their faces. I giggle and shout out to Spencer, “Lose them.”
Spencer nods and twists his wrist to send us faster.
“See you later, motherfuckers,” he cries.
I hear Wyatt’s horn blare to life, and I put my head down on Spencer’s shoulder and laugh.
