Why would you even?
I stepped into my boots and hustled downstairs.By the time I got to my bike, my phone buzzed five times.
ARIYO
So this is what we're doing now?
Keeping secrets from the chat?
GIRL SECRETS?
Is she hot?
Did you fuck?
JESSE
It's too early for all that energy Ari
ARIYO
So you're not even a little bit curious?
How come Benji gets to know?
I wanna know
JAXON
It's not a big deal
Just helping her out with ex drama
ARIYO
So… rebound sex?
Rolling my eyes, I swung my leg over the bike parked outside the complex and started the engine.The familiar growl filled the air, and the vibration hummed through my bones.It felt good.Steady.Real.
The roads were mostly clear, sunlight cutting across the quiet Sunday morning.A few couples walking dogs.A jogger or two.The world still waking up.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up outside Savannah’s townhouse and texted her I was there.I parked the bike, eyeing the door patiently.She’d said twenty minutes, which probably meant she’d be ready in exactly twenty.Not a second early.Not a second late.
Sure enough, right on cue, the front door opened.
Savannah stepped out, her dark hair loose today, sunlight catching the soft copper strands.She wore fitted jeans, a Kingsview crew neck that skimmed across her waistband, and gold jewelry on her wrist and around her neck.There was a black cross bag slung around her shoulders.
And God help me—she looked good.
The “not trying to impress” good.The effortless, confident, infuriatingly composed good.
And she was eyeing my bike like it was a snake ready to eat her alive.
I climbed off and took off the helmet.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” she started with, her eyes not leaving the bike behind me.
