SIN
This place seems far from home, and I furrow my brows as Sinclair jerks his head towards me.
Landing safely on my feet; I remove the helmet, fix my hair, and meet Sinclair's gaze with lifted brows.
"Um... What are we doing here?" I question as I give him the helmet, and he chuckles, fixing it into place before getting off 6je bike to lean against it instead; his arms crossed against his chest as he says, "I told you already, Little Greene. We are going to fix that problem between your thighs. " The idea has me clenching my thighs— a movement that doesn't escape Sinclair's gaze, and he smirks at me before grabbing my hand, and pulling me along.