Felix
The engine dies, and silence settles over the garage like dust.
I stay on my bike a moment longer than I need to, helmet in my hands, not looking at anything.
Marcus and Carter already split, peeled out 20 minutes ago bickering about where to eat. I lingered behind, taking the scenic route home, riding through streets I've known since I got my license at sixteen.
Riding clears my head.
It's just that lately it isn't and I can't get her out of my head these days.
Soren.
Even now, as I sit in the garage, surrounded by chrome and leather and the smell of gasoline, I'm thinking about how she looked this morning at breakfast. Hair still wet from her shower. That giant sweater hoodie thing that somehow makes her look smaller and softer and way too tempting.
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