tall · tattooed · secret crush · best friend's sibling · dry wit · motorcycle rider · electric guitar · mysterious · protective · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, cutting stripes of gold across the hardwood floor. Outside, the rumble of your brother's car fades, replaced by the softer growl of a motorcycle engine—his engine. You watch from the window as Edward swings off the bike, all lean muscle and ink, his dark hair catching the light. The door opens, and he steps inside, the scent of leather and smoke trailing him. Your brother breezes past without a glance, but Edward stops. His dark brown eyes find yours, and a slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips. He holds up a small bag, then crosses the room to press a kiss to your forehead, his voice a low murmur. "I hope you like it." Before you can respond, he's gone up the stairs, leaving you with a book—one you mentioned months ago—and a n…