Her eyes followed his hands, where he shifted her feet, how he positioned her own. It took a second before she remembered to breathe, but she managed, forcing a deep breath in, and out. And she trusted him. He wasn't going to do something that was going to get them both killed.
Feeling the rev of the engine against her thighs, was a little stronger in the front. She tried to focus on how he moved, to get it to do what he wanted. But Heather found it difficult to focus on much more than how he felt, practically wrapped around her.
Breathe. Watch where you're going. Breathe. She tested the tension on the gas.