He’s black leather, tattoos, and soul-deep blue eyes. He smells like pine and smoke—forbidden. When he makes an offer I can’t refuse, I find myself on the back of his bike chasing freedom.

But even though this freedom is fast, fun, and wild—beautiful and chaotic and life—it’s also gut-wrenching.

The ride doesn’t end when we get off. He tosses my heart from its cage, and the ride is intense. The fall is hard.

And the aftermath might just wreck me.