Kiss 💋 and ride

--- Chapter 1: Reckless Kiss (Lena’s POV –) I should leave. I should turn around, walk out of this bar, and forget I ever saw Eric’s hands on that girl. But I don’t. Because he’s looking at me like he’s won. Like he expected me to crumble, to run out crying, to beg for an explanation. Screw that. My heart pounds as I spin around, searching for something—anything—to wipe that smug look off his face. My eyes land on the first guy I see, standing at the bar. Tall. Dark jacket. A little dangerous-looking. Perfect. I barely have time to process what I’m about to do before I reach for him, fingers curling around the front of his jacket. "Hey," I breathe out, my voice shaking slightly. He turns toward me, and that’s when I see his eyes—intense, a little amused, like he’s already figured out what I’m about to do. I don’t give myself a chance to hesitate. I grab the front of his jacket and pull him down into a kiss. His lips are warm, firm—completely still for a second. My heart races, panic creeping in. Oh God, what if he pushes me away? What if he— Then his hands land on my waist, and suddenly, he’s kissing me back. Not just kissing. Taking over. A slow, teasing response that sends a shiver down my spine. He’s playing with me, testing me, like he knows exactly why I did this and wants to see how far I’ll go. I feel lightheaded, breathless, and for a second, I forget why I even started this. Then he smirks against my lips. "That for me, sweetheart? Or just collateral damage?" --- (Zane’s POV –) Zane Walker wasn’t the kind of guy who got ambushed by kisses from strangers. Yet here he was, standing in the middle of a crowded bar, with some girl’s lips pressed against his. And damn, she tasted like trouble—sweet, wild, and a little desperate. He could have pulled away. Should have. But instead, he kissed her back, just enough to see what she’d do. Would she panic? Pull away? No. She held on, her fingers gripping his jacket like he was the only thing keeping her steady. Interesting. When he finally broke the kiss, he took his time, letting his thumb skim against her hip before leaning in. "So," he murmured, watching her try to catch her breath, "who’s the unlucky guy you’re trying to make jealous?" Her lips parted slightly, and that’s when he knew. She wasn’t just some girl looking for a one-night thrill. She was running from something. Or someone. And now, whether she meant to or not, she’d just dragged him into it. --- (Eric’s POV – ) Eric clenched his jaw as he watched Lena kiss some tattooed biker asshole like she actually meant it. Bullshit. She was trying to get a rise out of him. And maybe it was working. His hands curled into fists as the biker pulled back, smirking down at her like he owned her now. Eric’s teeth ground together. She was his. And if she thought she could just replace him, she was dead wrong. ---