Lara turned to face him, arching an eyebrow dubiously, and stared at him. "Don't be ridiculous, Peter. Hold onto my waist, or around my shoulder. I don't wish to risk your neck any more than necessary getting home."
Turning back around, she waited for him to comply. It wasn't as if she hadn't thought about what it would feel like to have his arm wrapped around her, his body pressed tightly against hers. She'd never asked him to ride with her for exactly this reason, but the bike had been the quickest, most logical choice to come get him on. The cars would have taken too long to get out of the garage, and they couldn't squeeze between traffic, or take shortcuts quite like the bike could.