My Childhood Friend's Hidden Fury
Ryder Callahan and Savannah Blake were the kind of nemeses who'd been tied to each other for as long as they could remember. Their parents were lifelong friends, but the two of them couldn't have been more different in style — he was a wild, motorcycle-riding rogue; she was the textbook good girl. Ryder's lifelong specialty was riling her up to the point of stomping her feet while simultaneously forbidding anyone else from touching a single hair on her head. For all these years, he'd buried his true feelings beneath that cocky, careless smirk, keeping them hidden so deep that nobody could see. Until this night, with a typhoon closing in, when his parents tasked him with picking her up and bringing her home. The late-night wind bore down, the roar of the motorcycle engine echoing across the empty street, and the way Savannah's arms wrapped around his waist — he just couldn't hide it anymore. He shot a glance through the rearview mirror and damn near kept the words from spilling out of his chest right then and there — that for all these years, every time she'd pressed against his back, every single time she'd whispered "Slow down" close to his ear, he'd nearly turned his head to kiss the life out of her.
