The icy wind of the winter morning cut through her, as Natalie Vaughn's hair danced wildly. She clung tightly to Zane Thorne's waist, feeling the astounding speed beneath her.
The mountains and clouds were like black shadows swiftly left behind.
Just like that day, apart from the roar and the sound of her own heartbeat, she heard nothing. Although it was a race among many, she felt this was a world that belonged solely to her and Zane.
At the beginning, Natalie could vaguely see others, but halfway up the mountain, Zane leaned even lower, and the speed increased further. He effortlessly left the others behind, dominating the victory in the race.
Even with ease.
Today, Natalie dressed in black biker gear just like Zane. Their figures merged into one, like a panther lying in wait, suddenly pouncing on its prey in the rainforest.
Zane brought her to feel the biting wind, to revel in the thrill of speed, to let their blood boil, to traverse this world together, to indulge freely.
