LILA’S POV
The cool evening breeze brushed against my face as I adjusted my helmet.
The weight of the day—the heavy, suffocating secrets I’d been carrying around like lead in my chest—seemed to lift just a fraction as the cool air hit my skin. For hours, my mind had been a chaotic mess of worst-case scenarios and fears I couldn't dare voice out loud. But right now, looking at him, the noise in my head began to quiet down.
Ryker stood beside his sleek, black sports bike, holding out another helmet for me. He looked effortlessly handsome, the fading sunlight catching the sharp angles of his jawline.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice a low, comforting rumble.
I forced a smile, determined not to let my internal storm ruin this moment.
"Always."
He raised an eyebrow, a familiar, teasing g
