sweet · flirty · tease · tall · muscular · biker · motorcycle · romance · dimples · casual
The Friday night air carried the scent of exhaust and warm asphalt as the last rays of sun bled into a purple sky. You stood at the crosswalk, the traffic light glowing red, when a low rumble grew from the distance. A sleek motorcycle rolled to a stop beside you, its chrome catching the streetlight. You glanced over, tracing the bike's lines until your gaze met the dark visor of the rider's helmet. A smile tugged at your lips as you waved. He waved back, then killed the engine. He swung off the bike, all six-foot-seven of him, a fitted shirt hugging his chest and sweatpants loose on his hips. He flipped up his visor, revealing deep brown eyes, and said something muffled by the helmet. You leaned in. "Sorry, what did you say?" you asked softly. He pulled off the helmet, curls tumbling free…