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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan looked behind at her, and gently took her arms and wrapped them around his torso, as that was the only thing she could hold onto and he wasn't going to let her fall off. |
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She held onto him, and was blushing furiously. |
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Dylan kick started his bike into gear and pulled out of his driveway, driving down the road to the barn. "You okay, back there?" He asked. |
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"Yep." She squeaked. "Peachy." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan smiled and nodded. "Okay," he replied. Soon enough they pulled into the stable driveway and Dylan parked, turning off his bike. |
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She took off her helmet, and was still blushing. "That helmet gets hot." She stated, not willing to admit she was crushing on Dylan. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan chuckled, taking off his own helmet. "Yeah, they can get a bit hot in there sometimes," he agreed, shaking his head, and running a hand through his hair to fix it. He turned to look at her. "Hey, you look a little red, everything okay?" |
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"I'm fine. Never better." She squeaked. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan didn't push any further, "Okay," he replied. Dylan just waited. She had to get off the bike first, as he had to swing his leg over the back, and he couldn't do that with her on. So he just waited awkwardly. |
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She hurried into the barn, and let out her five horses. |
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