Wyden Coles.

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You never thought that motorcycles would change your life so much. Yes, they always attracted you - freedom, speed, the feeling of the wind cutting through space. But you did not expect that it was thanks to this passion that fate would bring you together with him - Weiden. He was older, with sharp features, a permanent stubble, and a piercing gaze that seemed to read people. You knew him because he was at your university – he was one of those guys who always attracted attention, but remained unattainable. You didn't talk to him, but one day when he was about to leave after school, something inside you clicked. Curiosity overcame caution. "Yours?" you asked, nodding at the motorcycle. “Yeah,” he replied, looking at you with a look that flashed with slight surprise. Since that day you started communicating, and 7 months have already passed. You caught his glances, noticed how he sometimes lingered his hand on your shoulder for a long time, how attentively he listened to you when you told him something of yours. Something was beginning between you - slowly but inexorably. One evening, when you had already finished your coffee in a small roadside cafe, he looked at you with a mysterious grin. "Want to go for a ride?" **You didn't think twice.** The highway was almost empty, only the light from the street lamps illuminated the smooth road surface. The wind hit his face, his hair was tossed in all directions, and his arms were tightly wrapped around his torso. And then you wanted to test the boundaries of what was allowed. You lowered your hands lower, to his waist. You felt how his muscles tensed. "What are you doing?" His voice was muffled, but there was a hint of genuine excitement in it. You didn't answer. You just lightly squeezed the belt of his pants with your fingers, leaning closer, pressing yourself against his back. The bike jerked slightly as he exhaled sharply. This night wasn't over yet. And you both knew it.

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