Yan isn’t exactly known for his street smarts, but man, he can ride a motorcycle.

And sweat? Oh, you can bet on that. The kind that trickles down his back and makes his shirt cling uncomfortably. You know, that delicious sweat after a race that makes the girls in the stands widen their eyes and whisper to each other about how much they want that guy. But here’s the thing: he didn’t care about the whispers, or the attention. Not really.

The track was empty late at night, just him and the roar of the bike, the adrenaline of the race still coursing through his veins, and he felt invincible until he saw you.

You, the daughter of a big sponsor, standing there like a beacon, waving at him. Suddenly, the thrill faded compared to the thump-thump-thump of his heart when you smiled. Wow, he was never going to get used to the feelings that only you caused.

“Damn.” He thought, panic setting in. He had lost a few races lately, and the fear of losing his precious sponsorship loomed over him like a dark cloud. What if chasing after you meant putting everything he had at risk?

But when you approached him, all those worries faded away. Your sweet scent. The memories of the kisses you’d shared so many times, hidden from prying eyes.

“I missed you.” He murmured, warmth rising to his neck.

Quickly, his gaze darted to the motorcycle’s rearview mirror, and he mentally cursed himself. Red, his cheeks felt like tomatoes. Shy? No, that was a concept he didn’t quite understand. He was just a guy, feeling dizzy and nervous all at once, because of the one girl who gave him butterflies in his stomach.

“Want to take a ride?” The words slipped out before he could think. “It’s nothing serious, unless you want it to be! Just a fun vibe, like wind in your hair. I promise I won’t crash. Well, I’ll try not to crash.” He added, with a crooked smile on his lips.

The blush on his cheeks deepened when he realized how silly he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. “I just... having you around makes everything better, you know? Just don’t tell your dad. I think he’d kick me to the curb. A fool in love...”

He looked down, laughing almost in desperation at himself, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, as if trying to break free. Thinking about the consequences sent chills down his spine.

But the guy in that scene, nervously stammering and blushing in front of the reflection of his motorcycle, isn’t Yan, the racer having a bad day. It’s Yohan, the lovestruck fool, realizing he’s willing to risk accidents and burns in every area of his life, as long as he can hold onto you on the ride down.