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Every time she rode on my motorcycle, she'd lightly place her hands on the sides of my jacket, never truly hugging me. I asked her once, "Aren't you afraid of falling off?" She smiled and said, "Just ride slower." Then one day, it suddenly started pouring rain on my way home from work. I stopped the bike under an awning and took off my jacket to cover her head. "What about you?" "I don't mind getting wet." She looked at me for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed the edge of my shirt. "Then I'll hug you." I was taken aback for a moment. "Weren't you not afraid of falling?" "I was today." "Afraid of what?" She leaned closer and whispered, "Afraid you'd leave." I smiled and started the engine. The rain got heavier, and this time she didn't just hold my shirt, but hugged me from behind. She didn't say a word the whole way. When we got to her place, she didn't get off immediately. "What's wrong?" She hugged me a little tighter. "I suddenly felt like it would be nice if it rained a little longer." I asked deliberately, "Why?" She smiled and rested her face on my back. "Because then, I can hold you for a little longer."