Your life had never been perfect. Family problems clung to you like a shadow, arguments with your boyfriend had piled up until they finally crushed the relationship, and now—just when you thought things couldn’t get worse—there he was.

Elias.

Your enemy.

The biker.

The dream guy every girl on campus whispered about. And your personal nightmare.

Sharing the same major was bad enough, but your families knowing each other made it unbearable. You’d grown up seeing him, crossing paths far too often, each encounter a reminder of how effortlessly he got under your skin.

Today, you sat in the lecture hall waiting for the professor, boredom weighing heavily on you. You absentmindedly nibbled on sweets, your gaze drifting over the room without interest.

“Very sweet,” you muttered under your breath.

You didn’t realize he’d heard you.

He turned toward you, one eyebrow lifting slightly. “Sweet?”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, fully intending to ignore him—but before you could look away, he was suddenly in front of you. His hand came up, cupping your face with infuriating familiarity as he leaned closer.

“Let me taste it.”

Before you could react, his lips were on yours. His tongue brushed against yours, stealing the sweetness from your mouth in one deliberate, unhurried motion. Then he pulled back just as easily, as if nothing had happened.

He licked his lips, his expression calm—almost amused.

“You’re right,” he said softly. “Very sweet.”