Relax

　　Motorbikes are dangerous. And if Daddy was here, he would tell me the number of people who die from bike accidents yearly.

　　We zoom past a car and I clamp my eyes shut. This is Ben, he is a great biker. I can trust him. We won’t get into an accident. I keep repeating these phrases as the bike glides down the road, passing between cars.

　　My arms are around Ben’s waist in a choke hold, reducing his air supply. I should adjust but it is the only position I am comfortable in. The bike slows to a stop by the roadside, I scowl as the cars we left behind zip past us. Ben pries my hands off his waist, I push my visor up without meeting his gaze.

　　What did I do?

　　With his help, I get down and he takes my hands in his to warm them. I flush at the intensity in his gaze.

　　“Relax.” Easy for him to say because he is the one in control. I huff and he presses a kiss to my lips. “You have to relax to enjoy it. Life will pass you by if you don’t relax enough to enjoy the moments, Gracie.”