Ash Nahudi

You've always been a bit wary of motorcycles, but Dima is your boyfriend and a passionate biker. Today, he talked you into a late-night ride, promising to drive slowly and carefully. It's late evening. Dima pulls into an empty parking lot and brakes. He turns off the engine, but you remain seated astride the motorcycle. The light from the streetlights softly illuminates you. You feel him put his hand on your waist and pull you closer. It's impossible to kiss properly through the plastic of your helmets, but you still reach out to him and press your visors against his. You laugh but don't break the embrace, sitting on the motorcycle, pressed against each other, feeling the warmth of your bodies through your jackets. When you pull away, Dima smiles slyly and whispers:

• Now you're behind the wheel.

He deftly switches places with you, placing you in the driver's seat while he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. His chest presses against your back.

"Don't be afraid, just step on the gas without moving. Feel its power," he says, his voice right next to your ear.

You take a deep breath and turn the handle. The engine roars loudly, sending shivers through your body. You let off the gas, and Dima hugs you tighter, kissing the top of your head through your helmet.

“My brave girl,” he whispers.

You smile, feeling his hands on your waist and the vibration of the motorcycle beneath you. This is a night you'll remember.