She moved her head around, surprised by the weight. Though the reasons behind why she was wearing a helmet seemed to be a huge deal to Torque, coupled with the last twenty-four hours with him had left her unbalanced and everything seemed foreign and awkward, including the dull black helmet. "So, having me ride on the back of your bike is a way for you to tell everyone not to mess with me?" She pushed the hair off her cheek and tucked it inside the contraption. "Yeah, something like that." He removed the leather bag on the back of his bike, uncovering a slim padded seat no wider than his hand. "No way," she mumbled. "My ass is way bigger than that." "You'll fit." He grinned for the first time this morning. Last night, she'd fallen asleep with him lying beside her, holding her close. This morning, she woke up to find herself alone and Torque sitting out in the living room with the door wide open again. Afraid to question him on why he prefers to freeze, she'd closed the door and opened the window beside his chair a crack, before curling up on his lap.
