Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 125

It has been a great week.It has been steady, soft, and great. The kind of great that sneaks up on you when you realize you haven’t been thinking too much in days. When your chest doesn’t feel tight every morning. When sleep comes without effort.For once, love didn’t feel like something I had to fight for or cling to. It didn’t feel sharp or consuming or desperate. Love had always felt like something I had to protect with my whole body. Like if I relaxed for even a second, it would slip through my fingers. But now, I didn’t feel like I was guarding anything. I felt like I was standing on steady ground.We spent the week learning each other again, slowly. Not rehashing the past, not reopening wounds that were still tender, but building something new on top of the ruins. Something quiet. Something solid.He let me talk when I wanted to talk, and when I didn’t, he let silence sit between us without filling it with forced words. Some nights we lay side by side, not touching, just breathi

Time moved faster than I expected.The months after New York didn’t arrive loudly. They didn’t announce themselves with big moments or dramatic shifts. They came quietly, one day folding into the next, until I woke up one morning and realized my life no longer felt like something I was just surviving.It felt like something I was living.Nova became my constant again—not in the way we used to be, when everything was tangled and intense, but in a steadier way that felt earned.We talked every day.Sometimes it was long video calls that lasted until one of us fell asleep mid-sentence. Other times it was quick voice notes sent while brushing teeth or walking to class. There were days she’d send me ten messages in a row, all unrelated, and days where she’d just send a single “You alive?” and somehow that was enough.She told me everything.About school. About small annoyances. About moments that reminded her of me. Sometimes she’d complain just to hear me laugh. Sometimes she didn’t say m

TESSAA week later, Jaxson told me he had a surprise for me.He said it casually, like it wasn’t something that had clearly been sitting in his chest all day. We were in the car, late evening, the city lights sliding past us, and he kept glancing at me like he was checking to see if I was still there. Like I might disappear if he didn’t look often enough.I didn’t ask questions. I’d learned that some moments are better when you let them unfold on their own.He drove out of the city, further than I expected. The roads emptied, the noise faded, and eventually we pulled into a quiet stretch of expressway. Empty. Still. The kind of place where your thoughts get louder if you let them.When I stepped out of the car, I saw them.Two bikes.Parked side by side. Waiting.My breath caught so hard it felt like it punched the air out of my lungs. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. My body remembered before my mind could catch up. The weight of a helmet. The way a bike hums beneath you. The freedom. The