(Saiph)
Amaia's warm body presses against me as she becomes my backpack.
No woman has ever become my backpack.
My motorbike, my beauty, has become the second love of my life now.
Amaia has stolen the first spot on the list. Her invigorating scent surrounds me like a shield and I feel invincible.
We leave the Academy without being deducted by the twins or Ezran. I know this is a risk to bring her along, they won't be happy.
However, she is mine too, as much as she is theirs, and today she is feeling down because of the whole Alnilam-Jamina situation. I want to cheer her up and if taking her for a ride will lift her mood, so be it.
The wind howls past us as I speed up once we hit the main road. Amaia's arms tighten against my waist and the feeling is indescribable.
Riding my motorbike makes me feel alive and free.
That mad rush of adrenaline.
That giddiness of being invincible where no one can touch you…
