C49 Forty Nine

“Could you be any less inconsiderate next time, Buckaroo?” I yelled the words at him as the wind howled around our bodies.

Despite the tension between us again, I held him tightly, squeezing my thighs around the bike and fisting his shirt in my hands. I leaned my covered cheek against his back, closed my eyes, and drank it all in. The speed. The wind