Logan’s POV
Riding with Alina on the back of my bike felt so natural and euphoric. She would squeeze me a little bit tighter whenever we turned a sharp bend and I f*****g loved it. I took the scenic route back to her flat just to prolong the experience.
I slowed the bike until it came to a halt just outside her apartment and removed my helmet as I felt her slide off the back. I shook my head out of habit to reset my black curls and held my helmet in my lap. Balancing the bike expertly between my thick thighs, I rotated my torso slightly to face Alina standing on the curb. She was scrambling with the clip under her chin, cheeks starting to flush at her clumsiness.
“Here. Let me help you,” I offered as I reached up and unlipped the clasp effortlessly and lifted the helmet off her head. Ju
