Oh, it was just human error then. Well, godly error. That certainly could be held against Hermod. She was sure he was used to riding alone. So now he had extra weight for the bike to carry, as well as extra weight to try to balance. That wasn't at all easy when it wasn't your own weight. Lottie didn't think she'd thrown him off with anything she did, but it was possible. And if she was the cause of the wobble, then it was extra-super sweet of him to be so gracious and say it was nothing.
Lottie gave him a bright smile and an extra squeeze for being so wonderful.
“Oh, definitely,” she gushed at his suggestion. “After that ride, I really want to show her off.” Then she grinned cheekily. “No helmets required.”
With a little laugh, she leaned forward so she could set her chin on his shoulder. The leather of his jacket felt hot against her skin from being baked under the desert sun, and Lottie knew that she was a bit of a sticky mess. There was a humid heat trapped between them, where the front of her body met the back of his. With anyone else, she would have been self-conscious about feeling less than pretty right then. But he was so shy around girls, Lottie was sure he wasn't even looking at her that way at all. He'd be too nervous.
“Let's head back,” she urged, her mouth very near his cheek with his head turned the way it was. Any closer and her lips would be brushing the corner of his mouth, but she was a tactile person and saw nothing unusual in the impromptu snuggle. “I need the breeze to cool off a bit before I have to crank the engine.”