Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I felt a sudden pull towards her. Instead, I focused—something I would have thought impossible to do yesterday—and gave her a smile before gesturing to her bike.

"You wanna take the helm?" I asked.

"No," she shook her head. "You can ride."

"I don't have a license though," I replied.

"Do you always do what's right?" Emily asked, giving me a very Erica like smirk.

"Alright," I chuckled. "Better hold on tight though."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Ten minutes later we were hitting the highway out of the small suburb that was now my home. And I was able...