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“It could ride up.

Everyone would see my underwear.”

“Then you should hold on to me tighter to preserve your modesty.”

I snorted.

Absolutely not.

Instead of swinging a leg over the seat, I sat sideways.

“If you’re such a careful driver, then I’m sure I have nothing to worry about.”

“Your life is in my hands.”

I ignored the comment.

“Does it run on your magic?” I asked, freezing slightly as I searched for literally anything else to hold on to besides Airis.

I refused to make this easy for him.

But the back of the seat was completely smooth.

Not a single handle.

“No.

It’s powered independently,” Airis answered.

A brief pause followed.

“Are you seriously still looking for an alternative to me back there?”

“Obviously,” I shot back immediately.

“Why would I willingly satisfy your desperate need to be closer to me?”

He didn't answer.

The Beckbill did.

With a sudden burst of acceleration and a violent jolt.

Nearly falling off, I instinctively grabbed his waist.

Pressing myself far too close.

I’d never liked motorcycles.

Apparently, the Beckbill had just claimed second place on my list of things I absolutely hated.

Then we started climbing into the air.

My heart immediately lost its mind.

I’d never thought I was afraid of heights before.

Until this exact moment.