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My head rested against the dirty window of my boyfriend’s POS car. The whole thing rattled as we waited at the red light, as if it would shake itself to pieces, scattering along the roadway, leaving us sitting on our asses with nowhere to go. He was talking about his office job and how no one respected him or his position. The complaints made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s too bad you can’t help who you love, because my heart sure picked a fucking loser when it settled on this one.
The roar of an expensive engine shivered through my chest, and I looked out the window. A muscled biker had just pulled up beside us at the light. His helmet mask was so black I couldn’t see a single feature, but when he turned that mask toward me, my heart pounded.







