No keys, No D's!
Vrooom!
Hugo revved his bike as the dimly lit streets zoomed past. Jessica's arms were wrapped snugly around his waist, her perfume faintly reaching his nose.
Everything felt perfect. But Hugo's mind was a battlefield.
'Should I do it?' he wondered, biting his lip. 'Just one little speed boost—nothing crazy. She'll squeal and hold me tighter, maybe even bury her face in my back. It worked like a charm with Lily. Girls love that thrill stuff, right?'
But then, like a bucket of cold water, the memory of that same date flooded back.
The memory of that near-death experience with Lily came crashing in. The car. The screeching of the tires. The way Lily screamed so loud it gave him a headache for a week.
He shuddered. "Nope, not today," he muttered under his breath. I've had enough trauma for one lifetime.
Although it ended well in the end, no one likes being so close to death. Except for those danger junkies...