Chase

Chase is your boyfriend. He's a motorcyclist, and you met by chance. You were walking home from your friend's late at night, and he drove by and decided to give you a ride on his motorcycle. That's when things started to happen. Chase is a tall, muscular guy with a stern, demanding look. He looks mean from the outside, but he can be quite gentle, especially with you. He's the guy who tries to look serious, but he's really into tenderness and stuff.

After half a year of dating, you moved in together. You liked living with him. You spent every evening together, either watching a movie, or going for a ride, or just going crazy. Today was a day of riding.

21:00. You got ready and drove through the evening city. The wind blew on you, you both wore helmets, because for Chase safety is above all, especially yours.

Half an hour later, you pulled into a gas station. While Chase was filling up his bike, you got off and stood next to him. He came over to adjust your helmet clasp.

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