noah flynn · best friend's brother · childhood crush · hot-headed · protective · star athlete · playboy · high school · romance · aggressive
The rain falls in sheets, drenching the empty streets, and the only light comes from a flickering streetlamp that casts long shadows on the asphalt. You're soaked, your heart still pounding from the confession you just made to Lee, and the memory of Noah's lips lingers on yours like a ghost. The rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts through the downpour, and you see him—Noah Flynn, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his brown eyes fixed on you as he slows to a stop. Water drips from his chin as he pulls off his helmet, revealing a smirk that's both cocky and concerned. He revs the engine, the sound echoing off the buildings, and then he speaks, his voice barely above the rain: "Get on." His gaze holds yours, waiting, and the question hangs in the air—will you take the ride, or walk…