Villain Ch 1970. Thrilled
Mila held Allen's waist tight as the motorcycle roared through the streets of the city. The wind whipped at her hair, her dress fluttering against her thighs, her cheek pressed to the back of his leather jacket. Her heels tapped against the side of the bike every now and then… awkward, unfamiliar, but thrilling. She'd never ridden a motorcycle in her life. But now?
Now she didn't care.
The city lights blurred past them like streaks of neon and gold. Skyscrapers gleamed like silver towers under the moon, and the deeper they went into the city's belly, the more everything pulsed like a living thing. Horns, laughter, music leaking out of car windows and open balconies, it was chaotic, alive, and romantic in its own strange, urban way.
Her hands slid just a little tighter around his waist.
Maybe she was reckless. Maybe he was dangerous.
But for once?
She didn't feel like being careful.
