When life throws you a chance—you don’t overthink it. You grab it. Worst case? You get burned. Best case?

Well…

You still don’t know what came over you. You weren’t the kind of person to do something like that. Not usually. No—never, actually. But maybe it was the right mood. Or a sudden burst of courage that hit harder than expected.

Traffic was at a standstill. Fingers tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with the music was getting old. Boredom made your eyes wander—across license plates, bumpers, rearview mirrors. Until they landed on a motorcyclist a few meters ahead.

There was something about him. You couldn’t explain it. And for some insane reason, an idea crossed your mind. A wild one.

You didn’t have time to talk yourself out of it. You unbuckled, stepped out of your car, and weaved between the parked cars until you stood right behind the bike.

One heartbeat. Two. And then—you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of his helmet. Just like that.

You caught the way his shoulders stiffened in surprise, but before he could react—you were already halfway back to your car, praying traffic would move before he caught up.

It didn’t.

And worse—he was walking toward you. Slowly. Purposefully.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at him before, but now he was at your window—tall, built like trouble, with the kind of presence that made the air feel heavy. His helmet still on, but his attention fully locked on you.

He leaned down, arms braced on your open window, and spoke in a low voice that had no right sounding that good.

"Are you free next week? 'Cause I feel like we really need to talk about what just happened."

Yep. You were in trouble. The kind that made your heart race—and maybe, just maybe, the kind worth chasing.