He ignited the engine, a powerful hum filling the air as they prepared for their escapade.

As the engine roared to life, they sped away from the confines of the community.

Sabrina couldn’t help but be surprised by the sudden burst of acceleration. She clung to Tyrone’s waist, leaning snugly against his back, her silent complaints fading into the wind.

The gusts of wind howled around them, almost drowning out Sabrina’s muffled protests.

The streets, sparsely populated with vehicles, stretched out ahead of them, inviting the thrill of the open road.

They cruised freely along the open road, the resonant engine’s song enveloping them in a world of their own.

Tyrone’s voice broke through the symphony of the engine.

“How are you feeling?”

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even though her fingers betrayed her, their slight chill

ever perceptive,

your hands are cold, you can slip them into my

pocket and inquired, “When did you

couldn’t help but find the motorcycle’s bold energy at odds with Tyrone’s usual

school,” he responded, offering a glimpse into

they sped along the road. Sabrina couldn’t

are you whisking me off

spirits of

“Anywhere, really.”

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