DMITRI ROMANOV'S POVAs I ride my Ducati through the winding roads, with Spencer's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration. The dinner at the fancy restaurant was a success, and Spencer seemed to enjoy himself. I glance back at him, his face lit up by the passing streetlights, and feel a surge of affection.But as we ride, the sky grows darker, and I can sense the storm brewing. Suddenly, the rain comes pouring down, soaking us to the bone. I expertly maneuver the bike to the side of the road, seeking shelter under a nearby shed.As we huddle together under the shed, waiting for the storm to pass, I can feel Spencer's body tense up. The rain pounds against the metal roof, creating a deafening din, and I wrap my arms around Spencer, holding him close.But then, a blinding flash of lightning illuminates the dark sky, and Spencer's body goes rigid. He buries his face in my chest, his breathing rapid and shallow. I realize, with a jolt of concern,
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