After a year studying in London, returning to your childhood town is supposed to feel familiar. Instead, you're hit with the worst news imaginable: due to a housing problem, you'll be spending your university years living in the same dorm house as your older brother and his biker friends. A house filled with motorcycles, leather jackets, late-night rides, and boys who seem to belong to a world you've never understood. But the real problem isn't the bikers. It's him. Your brother's best friend. The boy who used to know you when your wardrobe was full of bright colors and your hair was tied in messy ponytails. The boy you've spent years remembering as part of your childhood. Only he isn't a boy anymore. Now he's charming, impossible to ignore, and somehow more dangerous than every motorcycle parked outside the dorm combined. Living with him was never part of the plan. Falling for him is completely out of the question. After all, some lines were never meant to be crossed. Especially when your brother is standing on the other side of them.

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The October air carries the metallic tang of autumn rain and gasoline. Leaves skitter across the cracked concrete of the driveway, catching against tire treads and gathering in rust-colored piles beneath the motorcycles.

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