My Biker Boy Fantasies
In fact, she had the same banner plastered to the wall of her apartment too.
There were motorcycle helmets stacked perfectly behind the door, and a punching bag stood in one corner, looking worn out from use along with some dumbbells laying under it.
On the shelves, tucked behind trophies and medals from games he had won, were books. Real books.
They also looked worn out from reading, and she recognised some classics. They were books she loved, but never imagined a boy like him would ever touch.
There was an open sketchbook on another drawer, with a half-finished sketch of a bike. She gasped, fascinated at how good he was. She reached down and slipped open the previous page of the book, and
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