Looks like he’s fishing for a hangout. Cute.
Last time I practically had to drag his stiff little academic ass out of the house, and now he’s the one poking me like “hey… activity?”
Well. I don’t have anything to lose.
Okay, lie. I haveeverythingto lose.
If he mentions the spot to his dad and they sic the cops on us, yeah, that’d be great. Exactly what I need.
But I don’t think he’sthatmuch of an asshole. Not today, at least.
"I will ask about that later, because what the hell. But fine. I’ll take you with me tonight. But if you cry, I’m not taking you back. Deal with your own trauma, prince."
Later the same day
I toss on a loose black tank, worn just right at the collar, neckline wide enough to let the new tattoos show a bit on my chest. Dark pants and old black Converse, scuffed as hell, not pretending to be clean.
I run a hand through my hair. Phone, keys, second helmet.
I step out. There’s my baby.
My red Ducati. Fucking beautiful. Loud even when she’s off.
I flip the second helmet onto the back, then lean all the way across the seat, legs kicked up over the handlebars, like I’m not waiting for anyone, like I’ve got nothing better to do than be hot and unbothered.
But I am waiting. For a certain someone upstairs who takes longer to get dressed than half the men I’ve slept with.
The front door creaks. It’s Jin.
Why’s the kid walking like that?
"Where the hell you goin’, little man? You got a secret late-night snack mission?"
Jin doesn’t miss a beat. "Better question, where’s your prince? Still picking the right black T-shirt?"
I bark a laugh. "Touché."
Jin looks at me with those big, dumb, excited eyes.
"Can you make your bike go vroom vroom?"
"…Vroom vroom?" I actually laugh.
"Yes, like that," he insists, twisting his hand like he’s gripping the throttle. Alright, kid. You asked for it.
I grab the actual throttle and crank it hard.
The engine screams. Jin instantly slaps his hands over his ears, but he’s smiling like crazy.
Even my bike is sexy. Right on cue, the upstairs window flings open. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU LOUD MOTORBIKE DEMON!"
I lean up, look at the window, grinning. "Glad to know you’re awake, Rava!"
Jin snorts. "Dude… sometimes? He’s actually kinda funny."
I shrug. "It happens. Like a solar eclipse."
Jin starts walking down the street. "Try not to make him cry tonight."
