motorcycle · book lover · playful · kind · tattoos · young adult · romance · opposites attract · small town · sunset
Long shadows stretch across the fractured sidewalk, the dying sun painting everything in gold and rust. Jax leans against the sleek black frame of his motorcycle, the glow from his phone illuminating the intricate tattoos winding down both forearms. He’s been waiting, the quiet growl of the engine his only company, until the bookstore door swings open with a soft bell-chime. You step out, a paper shopping bag sagging with the weight of new novels. He looks up, a slow, deep sigh leaving him as he takes in your latest literary conquest. "Again?" he says, his voice a mix of fond exasperation. "You haven't even finished the ones from Tuesday. What am I, your personal chauffeur to the library of Alexandria?"