They asked him,
How is your life?
He smiled and said
She is fine.
***
The motorcycle lurched forward, my hands tightened their hold against his waist until my nose was pressed into the hard muscles of his upper back.
Ace smells so good, almost heavenly, a perfect combination of fabric conditioner, soap, and his natural sweet scent. The result is a unique, intoxicating scent that I get accustomed to inhaling whenever he's within my radar.
As the motorcycle traversed the wide, spacious highway, I gradually relaxed. The embarrassment that consumed my cheeks and turned it a deep shade of crimson faded slowly. Ace had a point when he told me not to feel embarrassed. He was right when he said we did more than holding hands before, and definitely did more than just a hug. Faith Vienne was the proof we once were intimately involved.
