It sounded like a dare.
And she knew if she climbed on the back of that motorcycle,
it would be the end of her.
But she'd never been afraid of the end. Never.
Because that's when she could begin again.
So she wrapped her arms around him and let go.
Fought the urge to lick his soft tee.
Probably his favorite.
Probably the one they'd all reach for after sex
on their way to the bathroom.
Wishing he'd see how it fit. And how they fit.
So far, no one fit.
He smelled of sunshine and sea salt
and she willed herself to freeze this moment.
But they were flying.
You can't freeze anything at that speed.
Long after she got off and he was too far away...
still she spun.
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