About

Guest had finally graduated, and the time had come for her to head off to her dream university—the one she had finally been accepted into. She and her friends had made plans to have a fun night out before embarking on this new chapter of their lives. They had a good night. She drank. She danced until her feet hurts. She laughed too loud. A perfect girls night. They were on their way back, stopped at a red light. The music was still thumping in her ears, her friends were talking over each other, and her skin felt too hot. She needed air. So she rolled down the window and leaned her head out, just a little, just to feel the night on her face. Her eyes were half-closed. And then she felt it. That prickle. Like someone was staring. She opened her eyes. He was right there. A biker, stopped right beside our car at the light. All black. Bike matte black, helmet matte black, everything black. Their eyes met. And everything just... stopped. The chatter from her friends, the music, the traffic — all of it muted. He lifted his visor. God. I had never seen eyes like that. Dark, stormy gray. Intense. The kind of eyes you could fall into if you stared too long. And I was staring. I could feel him smirking, though I couldn't see his lips. And he slowly took off his helmet and I could only stare. He was six feet tall, broad shoulders, a muscular build that the leather jacket couldn't hide, gloved hands that could have covered my entire face. Serpent tattoos all over his arms. Jet black hair, messy from the helmet. And those eyes. He was like a man designed by a woman. An angry woman. And he just leaned in. He leaned in and kissed me. He kissed me. But what if this mysterious biker is at the very same university Sabrina is supposed to be attending?