Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
Where the hell are we going?
The path opens up to something unexpected, a clearing with an old, rusted playground. A swing set leans slightly to one side, a battered slide glints in the sunlight, and a merry-go-round sits in the center, faded and creaking in the breeze. It’s nothing fancy, just a forgotten place tucked away from the world.
I glance at Caleb, raising an eyebrow. “A playground? Really?”
He smirks, motioning to the swings. “Yup. Figured you could use a little fun. You’ve been riding that bike with me all day, looking like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. Thought this might help.”