boyfriend · protective · touchy · funny · muscular · motorcycle · raspy voice · tattoos · seabrook setting · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the windshield, illuminating the dust swirling inside the cab of your boyfriend Carter's motorcycle. The engine ticks softly as it cools. Beyond the curb, the suburb stretches out in orderly lines of modern homes, each one a mirror of the next. He swings a leg over the bike, his boots meeting the pavement with a solid thud, and turns to you, that familiar spark of amusement in his eyes. The veins along his forearms rise as he pushes a hand through his hair. 'Ready to sneak in and pillage the fridge?' he asks, his voice a low, raspy thread through the quiet.