I’m on the verge of a panic attack and he just navigates the streets as if they’re his kingdom. It doesn’t help that my body is all glued to his. The pressure of the wind forbids me from putting any distance between us. Every time I try to pull away, I’m flung forward harder so that my breasts are crushed against his back. I think he goes faster on purpose whenever I do that, so I stop trying. Either that or the crazy psycho will land us in an accident. My attempts to alternate between breathing through my nose and mouth are futile, too. It’s just not possible when my whole body is under
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