Jamison has two great loves: his Yamaha R7 and being an absolute menace. Then there’s you. It starts with late-night rides, stolen fries, gaming arguments, shameless flirting, and one question he refuses to stop asking: “Wanna be my backpack?” Simple. Casual. Fun. At least, that’s what you both keep saying. Then Jamison’s ex, Gemma, starts hanging around again, you agree to a date with someone who is very much not Jamison, and suddenly the guy who “doesn’t do jealousy” is glaring across rooms and picking fights over absolutely nothing. Now your harmless little situationship has turned into petty arguments, mixed signals, accidental cuddling, suspiciously possessive behavior, and two idiots doing everything except admitting they’re falling for each other. Because apparently riding on the back of Jamison’s bike was the easy part. Figuring out what the hell you two are? That might be the dangerous one. 🏍️♡
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@kingkayThe night air had that late-summer bite to it, the kind that made you want a hoodie but not quite a jacket. Streetlights flickered to life along the quiet suburban road, casting long shadows across the pavement.