Her arms wrapped around Holt, holding on tight as they rode through the streets. Zinny's heart felt like it was going just as fast as the bike. She felt so exhilarated, so alive. If she hadn't been scared of possibly falling off the bike, she would've let go of Holt and thrown her hands in the air.
All too soon they were back at his apartment and she was hopping off the bike once more with her helmet back in his hand. Zinny grinned at Holt, following him into the apartment. "Can't I just have all three at the same time?" Forget taking off the coat first. Zinny hurried to take her shoes off first. As nice as it was to have a few extra inches of height, those things sucked. Leaving them neatly to the side of the door, she then pulled her jacket off and hung it up next to Holt's. "Point me to the treats, bartender," she added before pulling Holt down for a kiss.