Sophia’s POV

It’s 10:00 p.m.

I’m in the garage, sitting on Alexander’s black bike and dressed up in heat pads, leather, gloves, and boots. I one hundred percent prefer the black bike to the red one we rode in the Dolomites. He said this one is custom-made.

My eyes glue to him as he strolls toward me, holding a matte black helmet, also clothed in a black leather jacket and gloves, charcoal jeans, wicked boots, and a helmet that reveals his dangerously dark eyes through the open ...