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The roar of Allen’s motorcycle cut through the city’s morning haze like a blade through silk. Asphalt streaked beneath their tires in a smooth hum, sun peeking through the glass towers and bouncing off chrome. Mila clung to him from behind. Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, chin nestled between his shoulder blades, hair tousled from the wind.
They didn’t speak during the ride. They didn’t have to.
Her warmth against his back. Her heartbeat pulsing where her chest pres ...
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