My heart hammered against my ribs as I kept my helmet firmly in place, watching the figure in front of me reach up to remove his own. The dim streetlight cast shadows across his face, but when the helmet came off, my breath caught in my throat.

Paxton.

His dark hair was tousled from the ride, and those piercing eyes that had looked right through me in the cafeteria were now fixed on my helmeted face with an intensity that made my skin burn. Even in the shadowy alley, he was ...