ELLA

The wind in my hair. The man that I love. Everything I want is right within my grasp. I feel engulfed by peace as I hold onto Devlin as he speeds through the highway.

There’s actually a fifty percent chance that I could die right now, but with a smile on my face. I press my chest tightly against his back, loving every inch of this impromptu motorcycle date.

The city lights blur past us in streaks of gold and red. My laughter gets swallowed by the wind as Devlin leans slightly into a ...