Chapter 32

“You are like… an accomplished biker, right?” I stammer as I come back out, sounding like a total wimp, my voice trembling lightly, pulling on my leather jacket that’s much longer than his. Praying it covers all vital organs and saves me from certain death should I meet the tarmac up close. I feel sick with churning nerves and already picking at my zipper nervously.

“Very.” He ignores the apparent fear in my voice, catches me by the hand firmly and pulls me with him. Not waiting to check if hand holding is something we are doing and yanking me like a disobedient younger sibling who won’t do as they are told. Seems he thinks it is as he laces his fingers through mine securely so I can’t escape him, and I’m pulled with him at a brisk pace that gets a glare thrown at the back of his head.

“Wait. I don’t have my bag or my phone. I don’t have keys or money or anything.” I stop, getting my arm tugged with my rapid pause, and he yanks me a little more firmly with him, so I yelp