Benji climbed on gracefully in front of me. “You ready?” he asked over his shoulder.
I nodded, then realized he wouldn’t be able to see me. “Yes,” I called through a raspy throat. “Ready.”
He turned the bike on. It came roaring to life between my legs. The engine growled like a massive monster, snarling, spitting heat and vibrations out in every direction. Compared to it, I felt small and fragile. But, somehow, Benji seemed even more comfortable in its presence. Instead of shrinking him, it made him seem bigger, more powerful. It fit him.
I shivered. The thoughts running through my head made no sense and yet I couldn’t do anything to stop them. Wild, unbidden thoughts came one after another without pause. Benji touching me. Benji kissing me. Benji slowly peeling my pants down my hips as
