I couldn’t get used to seeing Zayne pulling his helmet off like this. My chest tingled as he approached me, “Damn, you look good.” He complimented me.

I smiled up at him. I was wearing a fitted cow-neck armless black top and jeans, my long brown hair packed in a low bun. I applied a little makeover too. I wanted to enjoy tonight. With Zayne.

“You look good too, Zayne.” A small smile appeared on his lips as he stopped in front of me. “My mum wants you over at our house for dinner on ...