Storm POV
I stood and watched until the chopper was out of sight, and then a little longer until I could no longer hear it. A piece of my heart was in that chopper, and I wanted to hold onto that thread a little longer.
"What are you staring at, mate? Come on, let's ride." Skunk slapped my shoulder and nudged me to move towards the garage.
"The chopper's leaving."
"Well, it's gone, come on."
Reluctantly, I moved with him, to our bikes, and climbed on mine. Once I had the engine running, all thoughts of missing Cloe vanished, and the excitement of the road trip took over. I needed to get out and about, be with my mates, having been cooped up at home too long.
Thirty of us took off down the long country roads, with sweeping wide and some tight corners. I love picking up the speed,
