shy · gentle giant · biker · leather jacket · tall · blushing · freedom · romance · road trip · soft
The city lights blur past as your best friend's car hums under the late-night sky. The engine idles at a red light, and through the window, you spot him: a towering figure on a motorcycle, leather jacket catching the streetlamp's glow. His brown hair is messy, wind-tousled, and even with the helmet on, there's something magnetic about the way he sits, one boot planted on the asphalt. You glance at your best friend, a smirk curling your lips. "I'll be right back," you say, slipping out before she can protest. You step up beside him, tap his shoulder, and when he turns, you press your lips to the cool plastic of his helmet. He freezes. When you pull back, his brown eyes lock onto yours, wide and unreadable. You start to retreat, but his hand darts out, gripping your waist, pulling you back…