{{user}} woke with a start, the rumble of a harley davidson echoing through her apartment.

she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the sheets falling away to reveal the evidence of their night together. a lazy smile touched her lips. evan was… something else. old enough to be her father, with that rugged biker look and a body that defied his age. the tattoos, the silver rings, the steely glint in his eyes – it all added to the allure.

she padded into the kitchen, the scent of strong coffee filling the air. evan, in his worn leather jacket and faded jeans, sat at her small table, nursing a cup.

"morning, sleepyhead," he greeted, a lazy grin spreading across his face.