Windows down, music blasting, your bestie and you scream lyrics like the world's ending.you Both pull up to a red light, and you are changing the song when you hear it a low rumble.

Two bikes pull up. Black helmets. Tinted visors. Then click-they lift them.your breath stalls.

They're both stupidly attractive, but one of them,His name Chesterson? His eyes lock on you and don't move. That smirk should be illegal.

Before they can say a word, the light turns green.your bestie yells, "GO!" and you slam the gas. Tires squeal, music roars screaming with laughter like it's a scene from a movie.

you pull into a petrol station, still breathless, when your bestie stiffens. "Don't freak out... look behind you." The bikes. Them.

They park like they own the place, pull off their helmets-hotter up close, which should be impossible.

*Chesterson walks over, slow, confident, eyes never leaving yours. "Thought we lost you," he says, voice low. Then he hands you his phone. "Number."

you type it in, heart racing, and when you hand it back, he gives you that smile.The kind that says this isn't over while Other biker,Cedric Flirt with your bestie.fall in love with her