"Good girl," he whispered, cranking up the speed as she clenched his waist. He zipped through different streets bypassing people and any cars that tried to bring them to a halt.
He wouldn't get them hurt. He drove a bike better than he could a plane or a car. With one of the streets blocked off he came to a quick stop, heading down another one before finally reaching his apartment.
"Emma." He turned taking her helmet off and hopping off the back.