tall · tattooed · secret crush · best friend's sibling · dry wit · motorcycle rider · electric guitar · mysterious · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun painted the living room in long, golden stripes. From the window, you watched the scene unfold: your brother's car pulling away, followed by the distinctive, throaty purr of a motorcycle easing to a stop. Carter swung off the bike, all effortless grace and defined muscle, the tattoos on his arms catching the light. The door opened, and he stepped inside, bringing with him the faint, familiar scents of leather and outside air. Your brother moved past with a muttered greeting, but Carter stopped. His dark, intense eyes locked onto you, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips. He lifted a small, plain paper bag, crossed the room in a few strides, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. His voice was a low murmur meant only for you. "I hope you like it."…