[kavinsky jumps slightly on his motorcycle seat, but he'll never admit it happened. he hides it pretty well after, hitching up one eyebrow, leaning back to look at her ass in her jogging gear. then forward again. the motorcycle itself looks built for speed, but nothing as luxurious as he could have dreamed.]
Ready to go, huh? [he asks, grinning. he jerks his spiky head at the seat behind him.] C'mon. I know this stretch the five oh don't watch.
no subject
Ready to go, huh? [he asks, grinning. he jerks his spiky head at the seat behind him.] C'mon. I know this stretch the five oh don't watch.