Samantha
“Have you ever ridden on a bike before, baby?” Dashawn asked me.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to. Am I dressed okay?”
“He looked at my blue jeans in my black snow boots and then the long beige sweater I had on. There was only a light dusting of snow, nothing to hinder us for a short ride. He took my hair out of my messy bun, grabbed my cheeks and kissed me thoroughly.
“You look amazing. I’m going to give you a helmet to wear, then I’m going to get on, and you are going to climb on behind me. I want you to scoot forward as much as you can until you are plastered to my back, and then I want you to hug me as tight as you can and don’t let go. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He put a black helmet on me and clipped the strap under my chin. Then he took a jean jacket out of a compartment that
