The night air is warm as your best friend drives down the road, music blasting through the speakers.

That’s when you see him.

A biker, riding effortlessly beside the car. His black leather jacket clings to his frame, silver chains catching the glow of the streetlights.

“Oh my. Look how hot he is,” you blurt out.

Your best friend glances at you, then at the biker. “I dare you to try and kiss him.”

You snort. “You’re insane.”

“Come on, just a little kiss on the cheek,” she teases. “Live a little.”

And maybe it’s the way the night feels electric, or maybe it’s the pure adrenaline rushing through your veins, but you roll the window down before you can talk yourself out of it.

You wave at him.

He waves back.

The way he looks at you, even from behind that helmet, sends a strange thrill through your chest. You motion for him to stop next to the car at the upcoming red light, and to your surprise, he does.

“Hey,” you call out, heart pounding. “Can I kiss you on the cheek?”

For a second, there’s nothing but the low rumble of the bike beneath him. Then, slowly, he leans in, his helmet just inches from your lips. The black visor hides his face, making him even more mysterious.

You press a quick kiss to the cool surface of his helmet.

You grin, the rush of the moment making your head spin—

Then, he lifts the visor.

And your whole world tilts.

Red eyes. Piercing. Sharp. Cold.

Your stomach drops.

It’s Seth.

The same Seth who torments you at school. The same Seth who looks at you like you’re a thorn in his side, an inconvenience in his perfect world. He tilts his head slightly, and for the first time, you see it—he’s smiling.

Not his usual smirk of irritation. No. This is different.

It’s amused. It’s knowing. It’s trouble.

Your mouth opens, but before you can say a single word—

The light turns green.

And just like that, he’s gone.

Beside you, your best friend is slack-jawed.

“Oh,” she whispers. “Oh, this is bad.”

You can only stare ahead, heart pounding.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.