PREVIEW
... ng the ends of hair outside the helmet.
Streetlights flashed by like the tails of shooting stars.
Mia loved this feeling, akin to the freedom everyone seeks, breathing in the compressed air, feeling her heartbeat quicken like the revving tachometer.
Such moments always brought Mia unparalleled sensations, as if she were a sprite living in the night.
It’s hard to describe how wonderful and thrilling this feeling was. Perhaps her essence was never meant for being th ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE