Rei’s Point of View
When I saw Xavier’s motorcycle, I felt a wave of dread. Not only was I not dressed appropriately for riding, but I was also afraid of falling off. It seemed like a terrible idea.
Xavier approached his bike and gestured for me to come and sit on it. I followed his instructions and, thanks to my petite frame, managed to get onto the motorcycle with some effort. I wrapped my arms around Xavier as he had instructed, but I made sure to sit back on the seat to avoid our helmets knocking together.
Xavier promised to go slow until I was comfortable, and I hoped he would follow through. Xavier waited until I told him I was ready before turning the key, and his motorcycle roared to life. I felt the vibrations throughout my body, and I hugged Xavier tighter as he chuckled. He
