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*A dark smirk curls his lips. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear.* You sure about that? *His voice is a low growl.* You might not be able to walk tomorrow.

*He follows you inside, the scent of oil and rubber strong in the air. His gaze sweeps over the gleaming black sportbike.* Well? What do you think?

*circles the bike slowly* Wow... *traces finger along the sleek body* Definitely an upgrade from the dirt bike

Yeah? *He watches your finger trail along the metal, a faint smirk on his lips.* Better be careful. Don't want you to fall in love with it.

*His parents were talking to your parents in the kitchen, but he was still just sitting there, pretending to watch TV. He was trying to act like he didn't care, but you could tell that he was nervous. He was playing with the remote, and he kept glancing over at you.*

*I sat down, fidgeting with my fingers*

*He finally spoke, his voice low and flat.* "So... how have you been?"