When you think about moments like these, fleeting pictures in the mind, it's usually the other way around, the man steering, woman clinging to his waist. I kind of wish it were like that, that I were someone cooler. Faye is fucking gorgeous, mysterious and bold. Nothing like Effy, but for a moment, I can't help thinking of her, that dark smile in a spill of moonlight as she tugged at my hand and led me into... I don't know. It never mattered. Anywhere.
So I wish I could be the kind of guy a girl like Faye sticks around for, but I'm alright with being good enough for a night, holding tight to her as we fly down the street. She can go faster than I could anyway, seeing as how I've never ridden one before. So I pull on the helmet and climb on behind, arms slung round her waist. "My dad liked 'em," I say with a shrug. "Didn't have one, though, not that he'd let me touch."
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Date: 2015-01-27 09:03 pm (UTC)So I wish I could be the kind of guy a girl like Faye sticks around for, but I'm alright with being good enough for a night, holding tight to her as we fly down the street. She can go faster than I could anyway, seeing as how I've never ridden one before. So I pull on the helmet and climb on behind, arms slung round her waist. "My dad liked 'em," I say with a shrug. "Didn't have one, though, not that he'd let me touch."