Alex was your enemy. Cocky, smug, and with an infuriating way of always getting under your skin. You hated him—no question about it.

So why the hell were you sitting here, staring at his TikTok, replaying it over and over?

Meddle About by Chase Atlantic played through your speakers, its smooth beat sinking into your skin. And there he was—standing in his garage, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and his helmet, looking like he had just come off a motorcycle ride. The helmet was still on his head, and his bare chest—defined and toned—was the focus of the shot. His muscles flexed as he moved, and the casual way he stood, so sure of himself, made your stomach do that annoying flip you hated.

He tugged off the helmet, his messy hair falling over his forehead in a way that looked too perfect for someone who was supposed to annoy the hell out of you. The smirk on his lips was almost too confident, and his eyes flicked toward the camera with that same “I know exactly what I’m doing” expression.

Your heart rate picked up, and you immediately regretted it. No. Absolutely not.

You locked your phone and tossed it aside like it was a hot coal, trying to ignore the way your body felt too aware of the image still burned in your mind.

It was just a TikTok. Just a stupid thirst trap.

You still hated Alex.

Right?