“What if we crash?” I slipped my finger under her chin and tilted her face up towards mine. “First, we won’t crash. You think I’m going to ride hard and fast with you on the back?” No way in hell. “Second, my head’s hard. I’ll be fine.” She opened her mouth, no doubt to protest, but I cut her off before she could get started. “It’s fine. Nothing is going to happen.” I removed my hand, and her face dipped down. “You promise? Because I can’t… Hendrix, nothing can happen to you.”
