I'm not Ariel

"Huhm… What are you doing, Sir?" asked Chloe, defiantly. Dylan pushed his gaze towards her and scoffed, scornfully.

"What do you mean? Didn't you ask me to hold you? Isn't that exactly what I'm doing?"

Chloe chuckled, which triggered his annoyance. "Sir, I mean… You should hold me... wrap your arms around my waist. This will make you not to trip during the ride"

Dylan felt stupid at that instant. He cleared his throat and quickly yanked his hand away from her arm. Chloe shook her head and faced front, then wore her helmet back on.

"Sir, You got to hold me" She reminded.

"I'm not deaf! Just ride along and don't mind me. I can handle this myself. Goodness! Must you talk? Or have you forgotten how late it's getting?" He scowled.

Chloe sighed and whispered a sorry. She held the handles and soon started pedaling. Meanwhile, Dylan could feel his body wavering.

"Should I hold her?" He thought, his hands slowly reaching her waist side.

"No!" He thought aloud and took his hand further away. "N