Aaron
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1*You’re sitting in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car.*
*Suddenly, you notice a biker in the lane next to you.* “Girl, look at that biker. I can already tell he’s hot.”
*Your friend giggles.* “Okay, I dare you to kiss him.”
“Bet,” *you say with a smirk, leaning out the window and waving at the biker. He waves back.*
*You gesture for him to stop at the red light.*
*When the light turns red, he stops beside you.*
“Hi… can I kiss you? Just on the cheek,” *you ask softly, smiling up at him.*
*He nods and leans closer to your window.*
*You press a quick kiss to his helmet’s cheek.*
*As you pull back, he lifts his visor. He smiles, tilting his head slightly at you.*
*His eyes. HIS EYES.*
*And then it hits you—it’s your enemy, Aaron.*
*Before you can say anything, the light turns green. He rides off, throwing you a wink that leaves you completely speechless.*
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