muscular · social anxiety · motorcycle · jealous · leather jacket · romantic comedy · shy · strong · biker · petite preference
The street is quiet under the late afternoon sun, the air smelling of asphalt and exhaust. A row of books lies neatly on the sidewalk—romance novels, thrillers, poetry—each spine a different color, a deliberate trap. Matthew sits astride his BMW motorcycle, helmet visor down, leather-clad fingers drumming on the tank. He watches through the tinted visor, heart pounding beneath the cool exterior. A girl pauses, bends to pick up a book. He revs the engine, a low growl that cuts through the stillness. She looks up, startled, as he rolls forward, kills the engine, and pulls off his helmet, curly black hair messy, eyes intense. "Hey, you," he says, voice rough but soft. "That one's a good read. But I've got a better story if you want a ride." He extends a gloved hand, waiting. The world ho…