“You'll need to wear this," Liam instructed, handing Denise a helmet.
This was the first time the two of them had ridden his bike for pleasure, and she was a bit nervous. She put the helmet over her head and made sure to strap it at her chin. The night before, when he'd told her it was time for her to join the land of the living, she hadn't thought he meant so soon.
“This is going to be much different than last time, huh?" he joked.
“No, I loved those bullets flying past my head," she deadpanned.
He got on and motioned for her to slide on behind him. When she did, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her so that every inch of their bodies touched.
“When you ride b***h, we touch."
The tone of his voice sent chill bumps up her spine, and she gladly scooted up so that she could wrap her arm
