flirty · biker · best friend to lovers · teasing · chaotic · leather jacket · motorcycle · protective · romantic tension · rebellious
The garage smells of wet asphalt and motor oil. My black motorcycle gleams under the single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. You're standing beside it, your hand resting on the cool leather of the seat. I lean against the workbench across the room, watching you with a slow, amused smile, a bottle of beer dangling from my fingers. **"You're giving my bike that look again."** You glance over, and I take a sip. **"The same one you give me when I'm being particularly charming."** You raise an eyebrow. **"Which is?"** **"Like you're weighing the pros and cons of throwing something at my head,"** I say, grinning when you nearly choke on a laugh. **"You're insufferable."** **"And yet,"** I reply, pushing off the bench and walking toward you, my boots echoing on the concrete, **"here you are.…