29.
February 28th, 2020
“Curse your fame-drenched, well-hung donkey-nut!” Zaira yelled out of nowhere when I maneuvered the motorcycle we were both on to the left side of the empty area provided by the set crew.
It was next to impossible for me to keep a hold on my laughterandto properly guide the vehicle I was controlling with her spewing such unworldly comments while sitting in front of me.
“Need I remind you that it wasyouwho wanted a ride on this thing?” I told her, and then placed my chin on her left shoulder before guiding us further ahead at a reasonable speed. Man, I fuckinglovedthe feeling of the wind in my hair. It was relaxing and fulfilling – just like being with Zaira was.
She was simplygorgeousin a purple turtleneck and white jeans. She was a treat for my damn eyes.
She huffed as she fixed her glasses. “But when the impulsive idea struck, I wasn’t aware that my excruciating and unglamorous death would flash before my eyes as soon as I sat on this murderous junk of metal!”
I chuckled and rode a little faster. “This motorcycle is one of the most lavish ones out there, and you just called it a piece of junk.” I placed a gentle kiss on her earlobe. “Also, you’re not gonna die, babe. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She rested her back against my front, and I could feel her warmth through my thin Henley. “My eyes are twerking, which means something is going to happen.”
I pressed my lips together. “They are, are they?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “It’s a superstition we Indians have. If your eyes twerk, either something bad, or something good is going to happen to you. Depends on which eye it is, though, but both of mine are twerking so I’m not sure what to think of it.”
I hummed. “Fascinating. But I think the superstition has something to do with eyetwitching, and nottwerking.”
“You’re being very sassy this morning, Underwood. Stop now or else your tonsils will show.”
I laughed and swerved to the right. “I don’t even know what that means, but okay.”
She shoulders shook as she chuckled. “I don’t know what that meant, either! I just said it because I’m scared and am spewing shit outta my mouth. It’s like…” She waved her left hand before her face. “It’s like: You Can’t See Me! My death is a stealthy bitch, that one. I know she’ll pop out of nowhere – when I’m least expecting it to.”
“Did you just referenceanddo a John Cena impersonation?” I asked.
“Yes! Love the guy.” She straightened a little in excitement. “Hot, yummy, straight-to-the-point when it comes to certain things, and so funny!”
I raised a brow at that, and when I realized she wasn’t going to be able to see it, I cleared my throat. “Ahem…”
Zaira looked at the motorcycle’s side mirror and gave me a coy smile. “But no one compares to my outstanding, loving, caring, magnificent, alluring, and delicious boyfriend!” she chirped.
I scoffed in a teasing manner. “Yeah, no one except forJohnCena.”
She laughed a little. “Aww, babe; you are my #1. You always will be.”
My lipstwerkedat her words. “I better be, or else I’ll have to find a way to gain all those muscly pounds if I am to compete with a pro wrestler. Because Iwillcompete for ya, Zaira – however I can.”
Through the mirror, I watched as a blush creeped up her soft cheeks. “Cheesy baboon,” she said, which made me grin.
I was about to take another turn when, in my peripheral view, I found someone waving at me. I turned, just as a crew guy hollered, “They’re here, Gallan!”
I nodded and smiled. “Thanks, George. I’ll head back in a few.”
He gave me a thumbs up and jogged towards the studio.
I placed a foot on the ground and shut the motorcycle’s engine before slowly getting off of it.
“Who’s here?” Zaira asked.
I winked at her. “You’ll see.” I offered her a hand. “Come on; get down.”
She pursed her lips and shook her head. “No.” She hugged the motorcycle’s front. “I’ll fall and crack my skull open. Then all my dirty, kinky fantasies will flow out and seep through the muddy ground and you’llseethem; you’ll know how weird I really am.”
