It was the first time I'd seen Ashton like this.

And, okay, I wasn't blind.

The whole bad boy vibe?

Yeah, Logan used to nail that too. All cocky, like he owned the world or something.

I still remembered the way my heart would race every time I hopped on the back of Logan's bike—arms wrapped tight around his waist, the wind slicing past us as we tore through the night.

Back then, it felt like nothing could touch us. ...