Aria didn't expect to find Zane waiting outside the media building, leaning casually against his sleek black bike like he belonged in a magazine. His dark hoodie was pushed up to his elbows, revealing forearms that should've come with a warning label. He looked up as she stepped out, smirking like he hadn't just skipped two of his own lectures to wait for her.
"You stalking me now?" she asked, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Maybe," he said smoothly. "Or maybe I knew you'd need a ride."
"I have legs."
"Yeah, I've noticed," he murmured, eyes dropping briefly before he tossed her a helmet. "But I'm still your ride today."
Aria rolled her eyes but climbed on the back of the bike anyway, her arms sliding around his torso a little too easily. She cursed herself for how natural it felt.
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