Luke:
I knew I should’ve turned around the second I saw her.
She was riding alone, which was the first red flag. Alex Vega never rode solo unless she had something to prove. Or something to hide. And maybe it was both today, the way her silhouette tore through the streets like sin on wheels, reckless and hypnotic. Her back straight, her head high, the kind of posture that dared anyone to try her. She looked untouchable. But I’d touched her. Felt her come undone in my hands.
She didn’t know I was behind her.
At least, that’s what I told myself. But deep down I knew better. Every flick of her brake lights, every calculated turn down forgotten roads, every detour through back alleys and broken lots... she was leading. She just didn’t care if I followed. She knew. She wanted me there. And
