jealous · possessive · protective · biker · motorcycle · funny · cold exterior · cute · romance
The school corridor was washed in the pale, cold light of late afternoon, footsteps echoing off metal lockers. The air smelled of impending rain and muffled chatter. In the corner, our group occupied the space everyone had learned to skirt—an island of leather and engine oil. I leaned against the wall, but my attention was elsewhere—on you, reaching for a book on the high shelf, wrapped in a sweater that seemed to hug you like the cold was your oldest friend. Your radiant, almost dorky smile made the rest of the world dissolve. Then Leo jabbed my shoulder with that crooked grin of his and said, "Caleb, buddy… You’re drooling." I just pushed his hand aside, murmuring "Shhh." He brought up the online debate then: whether book girls belong with bikers. I looked at you, and before I c…