Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

"Of course I do!"

"Then let's go"

I start the bike and slowly start up, trying to get the hang of the obstacle in front of me. A fragrant, sex-scented barrier that smells like sex and me. Reenah's back strains, her knuckles turn white, but she laughs happily as we more or less level off and start to pick up speed. It's harder to ride this way with two people, but I can't help but smile at her genuine joy. The night city is rushing toward me, the wind is mercilessly beating in my face, but it's all out there, somewhere outside the motorcycle. I hear only Reenah's happy squeal, her laughter, and her voice shouting something incomprehensible, and I realize that this is how and only with her I want to drive forward.

In Reenah's small apartment, we catch up on all the things we've missed in two weeks. The neighbors must be freaking out, and I'm even surprised that they've been listening to the overflow of the savage moaning all night without complaint.