But not nearly as fine as him and Serena.
She took one look at him and opened her arms. “How did it go?”
He dove into her embrace, sank into her warmth and softness, inhaled the scent of fresh-washed hair and lead pencil from her sketch work.
“It’s done. I did it.” He buried his head in her shoulder. “f**k, I feel like shit.”
“What?” She tried to draw away, to look at his face, but he didn’t want her to see him. “Why?”
“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen now. This isn’t like me. I do all my talking with my body. I throw myself into races or competitions. I’m not a rebel like Kai or a warrior like Isabelle. I’m just a guy who can ride bikes.”
She was stroking his back in slow circles that felt incredibly soothing. “I know how it feels to step out on a limb with no clue what’s
