I might as well label myself as crazy too. I'm really sitting on Cedric's red motorcycle. He drives it carefully, rarely overtaking other cars or motorcycles, waiting for vehicles in front to turn if there's a speed bump or pothole, he doesn't press the brakes too hard. Occasionally, he asks how I am behind him.

I enjoy it. Honestly. Sitting sideways with some of my legs covered by a pashmina, my body wrapped in his scented jacket. I'm confused; even though the jacket was inside the motorcycle ...