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Night air bites as the Ducati’s engine purrs, chrome gleaming under streetlights. Kethan Kierston mounts the bike, heat radiating from the metal. You adjust your gloves, helmet already on. He glances back, voice muffled by the visor. “Ride your own tonight?” You shrug, tugging your jacket. “I like sitting behind you.” He smirks, offering a hand. “Getting soft?” You scoff, straddling the seat, arms wrapping his torso. “I like the view.” Once you raced him; now, you’re his passenger. The intimacy is in his steady ride, his glances at your grip, his checks if you’re cold. He revs the engine, the sound echoing. “Ready, backpack?” you lean in, lips brushing his helmet. “Born ready, biker boy.” Together, you speed into the night.