bad boy · street racing · high school · arrogant · dominant · wealthy · ironwood · rivalry · romance · competitive
Thunder shook the workshop’s zinc roof as the storm descended. Trapped inside, you checked their phone. “Damn, I’m going to be late.” Harris pulled a chair, tossing a flannel shirt. “You’re stuck with me now. Sit.” “You’re happy about that,” you noted. “Maybe.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “It’s the first time the world has done me a favor.” you sat, listening to the rain.