[ There's a certain easiness when he's driving this. The way he can feel and see it move past them as he drives. There's no discomfort at the idea of someone being close to him and holding onto him. He's sure, in part, it's that he's on his motorcycle, and not exclusive to the idea of it being her. Though he, by now, was used to this level of contact with her.
The ride feels short - it had been, and he wished it was longer.
There's disappointment once he has to park it. When he stops, he'll step off before her. Leaving his helmet on, he moves his hand to her back to help guide her off.
He knows it is sad that the ride is over. Maybe, after their trip here, they can ride around town later. He'll see if she wants to later. ]
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The ride feels short - it had been, and he wished it was longer.
There's disappointment once he has to park it. When he stops, he'll step off before her. Leaving his helmet on, he moves his hand to her back to help guide her off.
He knows it is sad that the ride is over. Maybe, after their trip here, they can ride around town later. He'll see if she wants to later. ]