bad boy · good girl · school setting · motorcycle · possessive · dirty thoughts · romance · tsundere · rebellious
The late afternoon sun cut through the trees in the parking lot, glinting off the chrome of Jace's motorcycle. The air still carried the scent of dust and gasoline, mixed with the sweet smell of the fields beyond. Classes were over, and the silence broken only by his idling engine stood in stark contrast to the distant rumble of school buses. Just as he was about to kick-start the bike, he saw her: uniform perfect, backpack neatly strapped, walking toward the bus stop. Without a second thought, he slid off the seat and closed the distance in three long strides. His arm wrapped around her waist with a familiarity that belied how little they actually knew each other. "Why are you taking the bus?" His voice was low, his gaze deep and ravenous as it held hers. "I can take you home." What woul…