"Don't just stand there. Hop on the bike!" Forrest commanded.

Madelyn pressed her lips together. "Actually, I'm not really in the mood to go out."

"Still want to be cooped up at home? Come on, get on the bike, it's freezing out here!"

"Where are we going?"

"A nice place..."

Reluctantly, Madelyn climbed onto his motorcycle. She had never been on a bike before.

Forrest turned to look at her with a furrowed brow.

Perplexed by his gaze, Madelyn asked, "What's wrong?"

Forrest reached out, releasing her bun, and then placed a helmet on her head. He fastened the elastic band he had removed from her hair around his wrist.

He instructed, "Hold onto me!"

'What?!' Madelyn was taken aback.

Perhaps due to his words or the chilly weather, a light blush dusted Madelyn's cheeks, and she softly grasped his clothing on both sides. "I'm ready. Let's go."

"You really stubborn."

Forrest reached back and grabbed her hands, guiding them to wrap around his waist. "Like this. Hold on and don't let