Riding on a motorcycle through the city was the equivalent of sky diving without a parachute, at least with Loki driving.
I kept one hand in my lap to keep my dress from flying up. Of course, that meant I only had one arm to hold onto him.
Leaning against his back for added support, I wrapped my arm as far around his stomach as I could, clinging for dear life.
Every time he swerved the bike around a car or took a corner, I was sure we’d topple over.
My entire body cramped up and I kept my eyes shut tight. I didn’t want to see my death coming if this thing crashed.
By the time we got to Club Blue, I couldn’t even get off the infernal contraption.
“Trust you?” I asked as he put the kickstand down and swung off the bike easily. My legs trembled and every muscle in my body ached. “Trust you? That’s the last time!” my words trembled as badly as my knees.
Loki laughed at me and held a hand out. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he said.