"No. I'm just fine," she says firmly, following him, her beast freaking inside her.
Two wheeled death trap...With a man you have never seen drive. It says.
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"No. I'm just fine," she says firmly, following him, her beast freaking inside her.
Two wheeled death trap...With a man you have never seen drive. It says.
"If you're fine..." Reed stated, before leading him to his motorcycle, hopping on the machine first before extending a hand toward Miss Moraine, "then the ride will be fine."
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She takes a deep breath and gets on, lightly holding onto his jacket until the engine starts, at which point she wraps her arms around his chest in a panicked death grip.
Reed chuckles lightly under his breath, before pulling out the bike from the museum, before asking, "What's the directions?"
He handles the bike with a calm grace as they cruise in the streets of Sacramento.
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She yells them over the wind, gripping him like she is about to fly off and die at any moment.
Reed nods his head to show he understood them as he steers the bike to another street, "Relax, Miss Moraine, just take bike as something else.."
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((Pssst A new thread needs to be made as you have changed locations))
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