“You sure you’re doing okay?” Gene cocked an eyebrow, still staring at him.
“Y-Yes.” He cleared his throat. “I’m good. Why?”
Gene smirked a little. “Well, you’re still holding on pretty tight there, Billy.”
Oh, damn! He yanked his arms back as his cheeks reddened and he slid off the bike, almost falling when his feet hit the ground. Once again, Gene saved him by reaching out and holding him steady.
“First time on a bike, your legs can feel a little shaky when you get off,” he explained, chuckling a little.
Billy just nodded and focused on regaining control over his limbs. He watched Gene climb off, of course looking like he was born on the damn thing, and scowled at his own clumsiness.
Gene reached his hand up toward Billy’s face and, startled, he jerked back. “What are you doing?” he hissed.