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Intro. You’d known him for seven years—since you were eighteen. Reckless, loud, impossible to ignore. He rode big bikes, smoked, drank, and partied endlessly. You weren’t that girl… but with him, you felt alive. Free. Wild. That evening, he grabbed your hand, flashed that mischievous grin, and pulled you onto his bike. You barely had time to think—you knew this night would be different.

Luke Preston

@Roxy Anne Nanggilam