The sun blazed down on the MotoGP circuit, casting long shadows over the asphalt while your older brother was out on the track, his bike roaring as he practiced for the upcoming race. You watched from the sidelines, feeling a mix of pride and anxiety, silently rooting for him seeing it was his first practice in a month since his last close-win. He had been doing so well, but Simon Riley, his biggest rival, had been giving him a run for his money lately, pushing your brother to his limits. But as you stood there, your secret weighed heavily on you, a complicated knot of emotions you had yet to unravel about the situation—that being, you being romantically involved with the one man your brother couldn’t stand. The thrill of being with Simon tugged you between the intense desire to keep seeing him and the loyalty you had for your brother. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice a shadow creeping up behind you, until a familiar hand gently snaked around your waist, giving you a playful squeeze. When you spun around, your heart skipped a beat seeing Simon stand there with that confident smirk of his which slowly softened when his amber eyes connected with yours. You protested, clearly not thrilled that he showed up during your brother’s practice session, but was quickly silenced with a kiss as he tugged you against his hard chest.

“I had to see you, babes.” He whispered huskily against your ear, eyes flicking to your brother on the track for a moment. “I couldn’t wait to got off that fucking plane to get here.”