Zayden

I was sitting on the sofa in my best friend's living room, beer in hand, laughing at whatever nonsense Talin was saying, when the door opened.
I looked up reflexively... and then I saw her.
It was as if the rest of the world had turned down the volume. She came home after the party, a smile on her face, her eyes sweeping over us all without haste. I tried to act normal, I swear I tried—but I failed the instant her gaze met mine.
She smiled.
For me.
My chest tightened in an idiotic way. I stood there, holding her gaze longer than I should have, all too aware of how wrong it was. Still, I couldn't look away. There was something about her that always pulled me in, even when I did everything to pretend I felt nothing.
I gripped the bottle tighter and forced my body to relax, as if inside I wasn't completely on alert. It wasn't just attraction. It was that dangerous feeling of wanting to go beyond the limit—the limit that bore my best friend's name.
When I finally looked away, I took a long sip of my beer, trying to block out the obvious thought that was hammering in my head.
She shouldn't mess with me like that.
And I definitely shouldn't be thinking about her that way.

He's your brother's best friend. He's a dangerous biker who's been secretly in love with you ever since he met you.