Cliché #62: the FMC and motorcycles

When I spotted his motorcycle, I stopped in my tracks. He turned around to face me.

"What? Scared of riding a motorcycle?" he asked with a smirk.

"No," I mumbled though I totally was.

His smirk grew. "Relax. It's not that scary." He handed me his helmet. "Just wear this and hold on to me okay?" He winked at me.

I scowled. I refused to hold onto him!

I got onto the motorcycle, keeping true to my vow and crossing my arms across my chest instead. But when he turned on the engine, I freaked out and wrapped my arms around him tightly.

I swear, all FMCs are scared of riding a motorcycle and end up holding onto their love interest and feeling how ripped they are and all that other shit