MY ALPHA BIKER MATE
I breathe him in—leather, smoke, danger and it’s intoxicating.
“Nova,” I say finally, because my mouth is a traitor. “My name’s Nova.”
His smile like he is right about something. “Figures.”
“Figures?”
“Stars burn out fast,” he says, his voice so soft it’s almost kind. Almost. “But when they go, they light up the whole sky.”
And just like that, I know I’m in trouble.
Big, blue eyed, leather-clad trouble.
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