HOPE
I take the helmet from him, shooting him a warning look. He just smirks, laces his fingers through mine, and flashes Finn a smug, almost taunting look.
Typical.
You'd think I'd be used to it by now—the constant passive-aggressive banter, the subtle digs. They spend half their time circling each other like wolves playing a game only they understand.
And yet, after how they pulled together during my breakdown, I thought maybe… just maybe, that phase was behind us.
Clearly not.
"You're taking me on a date?" I arch a brow, glancing down at my outfit. "Thank God I wore the dress."
He chuckles, nonchalant. "I mean, we could call it a date. Your dress is really beautiful but not for this occasion " He grins. "Don't worry, we'll make it work. Besides it might actually give me the edge I need to win."
"Win?" I echo in suspicious tone
He doesn't elaborate, just takes my hands gently as we walk toward his bike.
