"Hop on" he
said, looking at me with cheeky eyes and flashing me that gorgeous grin.
I smiled back and climbed warily on the back of the motorbike, well
aware of a lack of helmets.
"Ok, but no fast
stuff yeah?" I replied as I wrapped my arms around his body, feeling the
muscles tense underneath the fabic of his top.
"Ok? Cool, hold tight!" he said as he began to twist the handle.
I
felt the thunder of the engine resonate through my body. There was a
jolt and then he took off and sped up the hill. I buried my face into
the back of his neck and squeezed tight while simultaneously holding a
scream in my throat and grinning from ear to ear. Rushing up the Costa
Rican country lanes, over bumps and through puddles, the multicoloured
buildings flashing past me in a blur of colourful streaks as the air
roared through my ears. I squeezed tighter around his chest for fear of
falling off the back, letting his wavy jet black hair muffle my
delighted squeals. Finally, we came to a stop but I didn't want to let
go.
Good times.
