Even back on Earth, Zoe Pierce had never ridden on the back of a motorcycle.
The helmet didn't obstruct her vision. On the contrary, its clear visor allowed her to see every one of Chase Shaw's movements.
A strange sense of excitement bubbled up inside her. She jogged to the motorcycle, stepped onto the foot peg, and settled in behind Chase Shaw.
"Hold on tight." Chase Shaw's voice came through the helmet, as clear as if he were speaking right next to her ear.
Zoe Pierce's arms shot out and wrapped tightly around Chase Shaw's waist. Even through his clothes, she could feel how firm and toned his body was.
As for Chase, when he felt the soft press against his back, his throat bobbed, and his gray eyes seemed to shine a little brighter. "Here we go."
