shy · gentle giant · biker · leather jacket · tall · blushing · freedom · romance · road trip · soft
The city bleeds into streaks of gold and shadow outside the car window. At the red light, your best friend drums her fingers on the steering wheel. Your breath catches. There, on a motorcycle, is a figure that seems carved from the night itself—tall, draped in a leather jacket that holds the gleam of streetlamps, his hair a windswept mess. A reckless grin touches your lips. You don't explain; you're just out the door, the cool air hitting your face. Two steps bring you to his side. You tap his shoulder. When he turns, you rise onto your toes and press a kiss to the hard shell of his helmet. He freezes. Through the visor, his brown eyes are wide, searching yours. You start to step back, but his hand shoots out, fingers curling around your waist to pull you firmly against the bike's warm…