Reilley's POV.
My heart can't stop from beating so fast. Having him near me while we're being chased by these reporters thirty for his comments. I don't even know anymore if it's the adrenaline or it's because of him.
His warmth. I feel safe.
"Hold on the wheel tightly. I can only hole you by one hand," Deavon reminded me. I glanced at his hand on my waist. He's still giving me support even though it's hard to balance the bike. I can't help, but feel the loud beating of my heart. How can I feel these butterflies in the middle of what's happening to us right now. "Reilley?" he called.
My silly thoughts vanished in an instant. I looked at his reflection on the side mirror.
"Y—Yeah?" I replied in a stuttering voice. How can he look so handsome while wearing a black cap and mask? He's pulling everything off with that gorgeous face of his.
"I said hold on to the handle. Are you listening to me?" he said with a hint of frustration in his voice. "You falling off on this bike is the last thing