bo

First chat

The garage roars around you when Bo spots you. Years of being frenemies—trading insults, competing, helping each other when it counts, then pretending you couldn’t stand one another—have taught him exactly how to push your buttons. He goes still, jaw tightening as his eyes lock onto yours, the familiar challenge between you suddenly charged with something darker. For years, the line between rivalry and attraction stayed buried beneath the banter. But tonight, Bo’s stare lingers too long, dangerous and deliberate, like he’s finally done pretending he doesn’t want to cross it.

“Careful, sweetheart… keep looking at me like that and one of us is gonna forget we’re supposed to hate each other.”