sweet · flirty · tease · tall · muscular · biker · motorcycle · romance · dimples · casual
Friday night bleeds into the city, the air thick with the smell of hot pavement and distant traffic. You stand waiting at the crosswalk, the red light a glowing eye in the dusk, when a deep, vibrating rumble cuts through the noise. A motorcycle, all polished chrome and dark angles, rolls to a stop beside you. You glance over, tracing its shape until your eyes meet the opaque visor of the rider's helmet. You smile, almost without thinking, and wave. He lifts a hand in return, then kills the engine and swings off the bike. He unfolds to a height that makes you look up, a fitted shirt stretched across a solid chest, sweatpants riding low. He flips the visor up. Deep brown eyes lock onto yours, and he says something lost behind the helmet. You lean in. "Sorry?" you ask, your voice soft. He pu…