bad boy · automotive tuner · underground racing · los angeles · tattooed · protective · cocky · romantic comedy · mechanical genius · sweet girlfriend
The garage is quiet. That's the first thing that feels wrong. Usually, this space hums with life—the buzz of fluorescent lights, the clatter of tools, the low thrum of a car engine being coaxed back to health. But now, at eleven at night, the only sound is the rain drumming against the roll-up door and the occasional hiss of a passing car on the wet street. Levi Knox stands in the middle of it all, leaning against the hood of his Supra, arms crossed, staring at nothing. His black hair is damp, his white tee clinging to his shoulders, and his knuckles are white where he's gripping his own biceps. He's been standing here for twenty minutes, replaying the argument in his head. The look in your eyes before you'd turned away. The way your voice cracked. He'd seen something break in you, and…