For some reason, asking that felt far more embarrassing than kissing him in front of the entire school. My cheeks were still puffed with leftover annoyance from Axel's interruption, yet Knox looked...
Pleased. Way too pleased.
The corner of his lips lifted into that infuriating grin of his. "I have a better option." Before I could ask what he meant, he walked past me. Curious, I followed. Then I saw it. Parked beneath one of the dim parking lot lights stood a matte-black motorcycle, sleek, expensive, and intimidating enough to match its owner perfectly.
My steps halted.
"...No."
Knox reached it and casually picked up a helmet from the seat. "No?" he echoed.
"I am not sitting on that."
He looked from the motorcycle to me before raising an eyebrow. "And why not?"
"Because I enjoy liv
