Hannah
My hands trembled as I gripped the sleek leather of Drake’s jacket, the low rumble of the motorcycle’s engine vibrating up through the soles of my boots. Up close like this, straddling the seat behind him, the machine seemed even more intimidating.
And precarious.
“You settled in back there?” Drake asked over his shoulder.
“I… Um…”
“Don’t tell me the big bad Luna is scared of a little bike,” he teased.
I bristled at the lilt in his words, my chin lifting defiantly as I tightened my grip on his jacket. “Of course not,” I scoffed, even though we both knew that was a blatant lie. “Just… go slow, okay? I’ve never done this before.”
Drake let out a laugh and turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Before I could protest
