Zee.
After Lawrence had left I decided to get a cab to take me home.
I was just about to tap the “Confirm Ride” button on the cab app when a sudden roar of an engine stopped me.
Denver’s black bike pulled up before me, the tires crunching against the pavement like a call I couldn’t ignore.
He took off his helmet, running a hand through his dark hair, and looked at me with an intense expression that had my heart racing—his eyes locking onto mine like I was the only person who mattered.
“Get on,” he said, voice low and steady.
“I’m fine,” I replied, stepping back instinctively, trying to reclaim some control.
“I wasn’t asking,” he said firmly, his tone soft but heavy, carrying the weight of authority I hadn’t heard from him before.
I stared at him, trying to resist the magnetic pull
