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She took the pack and flipped it onto her back. It sat heavy, and something inside shifted and clinked.
“Careful. Don’t want to break it.” He sat on the bike. “So you said you’ve never been on a motorcycle?”
Throwing a leg over the side, she shook her head. “No. What do I do?”
Twisted at the waist, he showed her where to put her feet. “You can hold the back of the bike. Or the bottom of the seat. Or, um” —he cleared his throat— “you can hold me. Um. My waist. Here.” He tapped the side of his hip. Red rushing up his cheeks, he hurried on. “When we go around corners, don’t fight it. Lean with me. If you can’t do that, sit as still as you can and let me drive. OK?”
She nodded. “Is this dangerous?”
The parentheses turned up. “Yes.” He raised the kick stand.
Under the roar of the engine, she couldn’t hear herself say “good.” Holding the seat, she leaned back. As they rode out of town, the wind blew in her face.
She took the pack and flipped it onto her back. It sat heavy, and something inside shifted and clinked.
“Careful. Don’t want to break it.” He sat on the bike. “So you said you’ve never been on a motorcycle?”
Throwing a leg over the side, she shook her head. “No. What do I do?”
Twisted at the waist, he showed her where to put her feet. “You can hold the back of the bike. Or the bottom of the seat. Or, um” —he cleared his throat— “you can hold me. Um. My waist. Here.” He tapped the side of his hip. Red rushing up his cheeks, he hurried on. “When we go around corners, don’t fight it. Lean with me. If you can’t do that, sit as still as you can and let me drive. OK?”
She nodded. “Is this dangerous?”
The parentheses turned up. “Yes.” He raised the kick stand.
Under the roar of the engine, she couldn’t hear herself say “good.” Holding the seat, she leaned back. As they rode out of town, the wind blew in her face.
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