Too Close

Clara

Half the ride, I was holding my breath.

If I let my nerves show for even a second, I was certain I’d either fling myself off the bike or somehow get us into an accident. My arms tightened around Rowan’s waist, my chest pressed to his back, my knuckles white from gripping him so hard. I must have looked ridiculous, clinging for dear life, but survival was survival.

Some twisted part of me