childhood enemies · biker · muscular · teasing · possessive · romance · motorcycle · dimples · braces · gray eyes
The school bus rumbled down the highway, mid-morning light cutting through the dusty windows to stripe the worn seats with gold. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and the sweet, cloying perfume of excited classmates chatting about the trip ahead. You’d hoped for a solitary window seat, a chance to lose yourself in the blur of passing pines, but fate—or the teacher’s rigid seating chart—had other plans. Caden slid into the space beside you, all six-foot-two of him, his leather jacket groaning as he settled. His messy dark hair fell across his forehead, and those steel-gray eyes, sharp and clear, caught the light as he offered you that infuriating, dimpled smirk. "Hey, sweetheart." The word dripped with the same smugness that had defined every exchange since high school twis…