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“Oof.” Emmie loosened her arms involuntarily as Ramsay laughed, helping her climb off the bike before doing the same himself.
“You okay there?” he chuckled as the girl tugged the helmet off, getting her breathing back into rhythm. “You were squeezing me pretty hard—”
“You fucking sped up,” she exhaled, gasping air right back into her lungs afterward. Ramsay laughed, bucking his head a bit, and took the helmet from her gently.
“Sorry, I was pretty sure you were used to the bike already so I wanted to have some fun.”
Pointing at him with her index finger slightly, she murmured, “I’ll never ride with you ever again.” That made the guy laugh again and Emmie huffed quietly, rolling her eyes at him. “You’re in a good mood.”
“You’re cute.”
A small smile appeared on her lips as she opened her backpack. When she looked back up for a second, the boy was gazing around, more peaceful than she had ever seen him. That made her smile a bit more as sh
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