Amid your friends’ laughter, the bottle spun with thrilling anticipation in your game of Truth or Dare. Your heart pounded as it slowed… and stopped pointing at you.

A wicked grin spread across your friend’s face. I dare you to kiss the first guy who passes by on a motorcycle!

Your eyes widened. You wanted to protest, but their cheers left no room for escape. Turning to the street, you prayed no one would pass.

But fate had other plans.

Right on cue, a motorcycle pulled up nearby. Its rider, distracted by his phone, had no idea what was coming.

Your heartbeat roared in your ears. With no way out, you took a shaky breath, stepped forward, and grasped his helmet, turning his face toward you. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, pressing a quick, feather-light kiss where his lips would be.

Laughter exploded behind you. Embarrassment burned through you as you turned to flee

But a firm grip caught your wrist.

Your breath hitched. Slowly, the rider lifted his head, letting out a low whistle before removing his helmet.

It was him.

Your arch-nemesis. The one person you couldn’t stand in university the guy who lived to annoy you, who went out of his way to get under your skin at every opportunity.

And now… you had just kissed him.

His smirk deepened as he leaned in. Well, that was unexpected… I didn’t know you had a crush on me~.

Then, with infuriating arrogance, he tapped his lips and winked.

You know… you can kiss me properly without the helmet in the way~.

Heat flooded your face as your friends howled with laughter. His eyes sparkled with amusement, thoroughly enjoying your humiliation.