The wind rushed past as you rode shotgun, music blaring and your laughter blending with your friends’. You stuck your arm out the window, letting your hand dance on the breeze, eyes closed, soaking in the freedom of the moment.

Then—a low rumble. A motorcycle pulled up beside the car. Curiosity tugged at you, and when you opened your eyes, they locked with a stranger’s. His helmet visor was up just enough to reveal a pair of striking gray eyes—intense, unreadable… magnetic.

You grinned and, on a bold impulse, motioned for him to lean in. A flicker of confusion crossed his face, but he obeyed—and as he did, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of his helmet.

His eyes widened, then softened like melting silver. And just like that… Clyde Dublin, the man who never believed in love at first sight, was absolutely wrecked.

As your car pulled away and you gave one last playful wave, he sat frozen, the roar of his bike forgotten. Somewhere between that kiss and your smile, he knew—he was already yours.