- Taylor -
Damn, I was late. I never liked being one of those riders, the ones who drove ninety miles an hour weaving in and out of traffic. They give all motorcyclists a bad name. But I admit I opened my cruiser up on the way home. I hadn't been able to sleep, so I'd gone out to the warehouse before dawn, figuring it would be the best way to burn the hours until Aly came over.
Unfortunately it worked too well, and I lost track of time, forcing me to race to get back to my apartment. I didn't quite make it, as Aly's Mini Cooper was sitting in the driveway when I got there. I didn't bother to open the garage to put my bike away, instead kicking down the stand and stripping off my helmet.
There she was, standing just outside my door, grinning widely, brown eyes alight with happiness, just
