Caleb Blackwood leaned against his matte black motorcycle like he was posing for a magazine cover nobody asked for. Torn jeans. Messy dark hair. And those gray eyes that looked at you like you were already boring him.
“It’s not vandalism,” he said, flicking a piece of lint off his leather jacket. “It’s public service. Someone had to tell you that cargo shorts aren’t a personality trait.” the bad boy and the tomboy wattpad version free
A low laugh came from behind me. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of laugh that knew exactly how annoying it was. Caleb Blackwood leaned against his matte black motorcycle
He calls her “Rookie.” She calls him “an accident waiting to happen.” ” he said
My fist clenched.