Hermod saw the look she gave him when he offered her the helmet. She did not want to wear it. Yet there she was, trying to get the stupid straps to work to secure it to her head. He had a feeling she was just putting it on because he offered it to her. She probably liked to feel the wind just like he did.
“You know what?” he asked, taking the helmet off her head and tossing it over his shoulder. “These things are only good for messing up your hair. Let’s live dangerously.” It wasn’t really all that dangerous. He was very skilled with the bike and even if they did take a spill, they were on the immortal side of things. They would be fine no matter what.
He twisted the throttle, making the engine roar just a bit. Okay, that was partly just to show off, but he also loved the sound of the engine. It wasn’t as deep or loud as a Harley, but it still sounded sweet to him. He wanted Lottie to hear it. He was sure she would appreciate the sound of a well-tuned motor.
“Climb on behind me.” He had to raise his voice a little to be heard over the noise the Indian was making. “There are little pegs for you to put your feet on. Um, you’ll, uh, have to put your arms around my waist.” He knew he was blushing again, but he only stammered once. He was doing a lot better with her than with most women.
Once he knew she was secure behind him, Hermod released the clutch and started the Indian down the desert. He smoothly changed gears until he had the bike running at full speed. He loved how free riding at this speed made him feel. He wondered if anything could ever feel as amazing as this.