Midnight Ride to the Sea

This time, Donovan was the one riding the motorcycle, with Valerie clinging to him as they rushed into the night.

Donovan was taking it slow.

Valerie, sitting behind him, jabbed his shoulder, clearly annoyed. "Why are you crawling like a turtle, Donovan? Give it some gas and fly!"

If it weren't for the circumstances right now, Valerie would've dragged Donovan off and grabbed the handlebars herself