Sugar (3/3)

The ride back to the city was mesmerizing.  I couldn’t stop gawking at the scenery; seeing San Francisco at night on the back of a motorcycle was heady.  I knew that, if Michael and I were to continue dating—it was likely—that I would be riding the Harley as often as I could.  And its owner.  There was no shame in my game.  I don’t normally behave this way; I’m usually very picky about who I give up the goodies to.  


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