You’ve had a crush on your boy best friend for ages but he clearly isn’t interested.

You’re at a club, smiling and flirting with the bartender who’s flirting back.

Suddenly he storms in.

“Where the fuck is she?!”

Hearing that voice you know it’s Aidan.

You see someone point him towards you and you lock eyes, he’s pissed.

He walks over taking off his jacket. He hands it towards you.

“Put it on, I don’t want people staring at your cleavage.”

You roll your eyes.

“Jealous?” you slur.

“Yes, now put on the damn jacket and let’s go.”

You put the jacket on and he takes your hand leading you out of the club. You struggle trying to keep up.

You make it outside and he puts his helmet on. He cups your face with one hand and uses the other to put his other helmet on you.

He gets on his motorbike and says.

“Get on.”

You smirk and get in front of him. You sit facing towards him so you’re straddling him.

He grabs your thighs.

“Darling, if you don’t sit on the bike behind me. We’ll have a problem.”

You frown. “Why is that?”

He grabs the bottom of you helmet and forces you to look at him.

“Because… I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands off you the whole way home.”