About ten feet away, Seraphine sat on her motorcycle. Behind her was Elliott, already wearing a helmet, with his face hidden. Even so, the sight of them together screamed romance and tenderness.She turned to adjust his helmet, and he leaned down to kiss her red lips. Blushing, she smiled shyly and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before fastening his helmet. At last, she put on her pink helmet."Hold on tight, Eli. We're moving."As soon as her voice fell, Elliott leaned forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He loved her comforting scent.Seraphine started the motorcycle, and they roared off into the sunset. The black motorcycle sliced through the golden light, the two of them pressed close together—a striking silhouette against the sky.The motorcycle passed right in front of Clifford, kicking up a gust of fall wind. It seemed to carry his heart away with it, too.That wasn't all. When Elliott's eyes met Clifford's, they were filled with contempt and mockery. J
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