Playing With Fire

Chapter Nineteen

Long time, no see. 

Well. It's summer now, so wooh. 

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          I’ve always been a sucker to motorcycles anyways.

          I look back at Travis and lift one shoulder, “Okay.”

            Shock crosses his features momentarily before quickly being replaced with a cool control over his emotions. He walks around and throws his leg over the top, straddling himself comfortably near the handle. Once he brings his attention to me, I step forward and size the beauty before going about my turn.

         I take a final, brief glance around before swinging my leg over the seat. The rumble of his motorbike beneath my feet spikes as I settle down behind Travis. I grab onto the leather part of the seat on either side of me and distance myself as far as I can get. I hear Travis huff impatiently as he reaches over and carelessly chucks me a helmet.

           "Wear it." He demands, "I don't want anyone seeing you."

          I scoff and roll my eyes while sinking it over my head, “How charming.”

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                                              Chapter Nineteen

             Whatever distance had been between Travis and I at the beginning of the ride was all sealed. My hands that had been gripping the leather seat are now wrapped entirely and dangerously around his torso. At first he was tense, coiled up like a spring; however, as time went on, he relaxed. It seemed in that moment, the hatred level had lowered for a slight instant.

            I have never felt such a liberating exhilaration as this. There is a swell in my chest, not of awe, but of rebellious roots. The wind that whips my face, which was previously classified as painful, transforms into a soft caress that tantalizes my emotions.

          Yet, with this eerie calm comes a contrasting, deadly rumble. The rumble of the bike. Its feral growls echo through my veins, pumping blood faster to my heart. The rumble of the bike travels from my resting feet straddling the sides, to the tips of my tingling fingertips coiled around Travis.

            As we round corners and speed by residential areas, the rumble grows louder and the wind beats faster. Occasionally, Travis slams the breaks, causing my face to ram harshly into the jagged contours of his chiseled shoulders. Momentarily, I’ll scowl at the back of his head and silently scream as my heartbeat thumps in my lower lips. But as the adrenaline pumping experience carries on, I find my anger floating away with breeze.

            At last, when I’m most definitely not ready to jump off, we enter our street. The wind vanishes, the rumble hushes, and the exhilaration dies. Meanwhile, my ears are still ringing, similar to the way a seashell on a beach carries the sounds of the waves. Passing by a few of the mansions, covered in glass and coated with sun, a bittersweet smile possesses my lips

            The smile that occupied my lips quickly vanishes, however, as we approach the court drive of my house. I let out a small gasp as my hands fall limply by my sides.