Jane wrapped her arms around Bucky’s waist. The wind whipped along beside them as the bike roared down the interstate.
Travelling with Bucky had been loads more fun than she’d previously thought it would be. There was something inherently satisfying about packing only what you could carry and travelling the countryside on the back of the motorcycle.
She groaned when a raindrop hit the tip of her nose. The rain still really sucked, though.