So I shut my mouth, minding my own business.

'Can we keep this between us," he says as he hands me his helmet and I slip it on and wait for him to get himself on the bike.

I don't answer as it doesn't need one. He wants me to keep it quiet from Quinn, and I want to tell him it is not me who he should be worried about telling her shit.

Wisely I remain silent, and hold his shoulder, swinging my leg over and scoot back enough, holding his hips.

'Why are you holding me ...