He chuckled. “How about this…we can move on, but you need to write down some more dreams in it. I’ll do my best to make them come true.” He was sitting astride his bike, looking hotter than sin. The original bad boy, temptation in a leather jacket and boots, his hair still wet from the shower. Oh God, the shower. I flushed and looked down at the sidewalk. The shower room was too fresh in my mind, and my body was still too sore for him to be looking so hot right now. “You can keep that one, I guess, as a spoil of war. You gave me a new one, remember?” He nodded slowly. “When it comes to you,
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