Shhh nobody needs to know which eye it is))

Harlow pulled it up the slope, offering him a small smile. "It was my dad's." She shrugged lightly, grabbing the two duffels and sitting down, setting them in front of her. "Come here, sit behind me." She said lightly.

I keep thinking its his right eye but I made it his left eye, and at this point we're going to have to pretend it was always his right eye HEHA))

He stood there for a moment, wishing he could help as she grabbed the bags. He walked closer, looking over the bike. "Your father had good taste." He slipped onto the bike, settling behind her, with his feet safe. He put his left arm on her waist, his right was still resting over his swiss cheese ribs.

Pfffft

That's why I always make my characters injuries nonspecific to sides

So I can say things like "uninjured side" instead of right or left))

"I like to think so. Have you ever ridden before?" She asked lightly, glancing down at his arm and flushing ever so slightly. Of course, her stony assassin-ness would break in one of the worst moments possible. She shook her head slightly and gently grabbed his hand, pulling it tighter around herself because she wasn't the most confident with his grip or his riding ability for the moment.

I write like I'm watching a movie, so I'm looking at their faces, which is shite when you can't tell left and right and helps me out but more often than not the first time I see it thats how I'll see it for the rest of forever))

"i have, driven half a dozen times. Not that any of said times ended very well." He chuckled slightly. He felt her hand, he wrapped it further around, over her stomach, lightly touching her but he probably wouldn't fling off if she turned too fast. He was quite close to her now, flushing slightly. Unaware she was pretty much doing the same thing.

- small sobbing -

STOP. IT'S TOO CUTE. THEY'RE TOO CUTE.))

Harlow nodded, shifting back slightly so she could sit the duffels where they wouldnt fall off as she drove. This set her shoulders almost against his chest, a few inches away, maybe. "Well, let's hope you don't fly off." She teased, brushing at her cheek as though it might fend the flush off. She started the bike and it roared to life. It sounded good, for a bike that had been hiding in the forest for however long.

HEHE))

He smiled slightly at her comment. "Lets hope I hold on like a baby sloth." He said playfully, a smile on his face. He listened to the engine for a moment, it sounded absolutely awesome. And loud, it made his head hurt a little but it was worth it.

"If you fall off, it's definitely your fault." She teased, bringing the kickstand up and starting off. She seemed rather experienced- she at least knew her way around the bike well. She sent a glance over her shoulder at him as they started off, to see if he was doing alright.

He smiled up at her. "I'll remember you said that." He grabbed on slightly tighter as she started up, the wind hitting his face. He harydly noticed she looked back at him, he was looking off the opposite side and admiring the trees, he didn't get near enough time to enjoy nature.

"Good." Harlow called back over the wind. She lifted her hand and hovered it over one of the duffels bags nervously, hesitating. After a few moments, she gently rested her hand on top of his, continuing to drive and pretending as though nothing had changed. It was a short drive, maybe fifteen minutes, before she turned down a dirt path.

((Why does this feel like the scene where two middle school kids in a movie theater hold hands for the first time))

I dunno all I see is FUCKIN CUTE))

After a while on the road, despite the view, the fact she was driving with one hand on a bike, and the fact that she told him not to, he was on the verge of falling asleep again. He laid his forehead on her shoulder, gently, shutting his eyes. Then they turned on the dirt path, he lifted his head slowly.