MY ALPHA BIKER MATE
Her posture is perfect, but I am dying inside.
As she drives further into the desert, she increases her speed, and there is sand trailing behind us.
Nova suddenly comes to a stop, and my arms tighten further. She giggles against my hands even more.
“Is this funny to you?” I ask her, raising my voice above the sounds of the machines.
“You can't blame me, Cassian,” she whispers. “Yes, it is.”
My jaw tightens, but I still let her drive.
The second we see the headlights of the city, I am more than relieved. This chaotic journey is finally going to be over.
Bab Populer