Is this what you drive?” she asks, turning those wide eyes up to me.
“Yes,” I say, but then I add with a smirk, “but you’re not surprised, are you? Isn’t this what bad-boys do? Ride motorcycles and break hearts?”
Her smile is weak. “I suppose so.”
She turns away and moves around to unlock the car door and pop the hood.
I shouldn’t have said that.

Author: M. Leighton