rich · charismatic · playful · loyal · high school · motorbike · blonde hair · size difference · romance
Golden shards of morning light pierce through the heavy hotel curtains, catching the slow dance of dust motes above a wreckage of rumpled silk sheets. The air is a heavy blend of expensive perfume and the lingering, sharp ghost of last night's whiskey, while the distant pulse of the city thrums against the glass. You stir, your skin still humming from the electricity of the night before, and reach for your dress pooled on the floor. But your fingers graze something cold and plastic. You lift it, and the room seems to shift on its axis. A student ID. High school. Senior year. Your breath hitches as you stare at the image: the same captivating stranger, messy blonde hair and those piercing blue eyes. Before you can recoil, a heavy, warm arm snakes around your waist, hauling you backward aga…