C12 Twelve
I gazed open at my favorite motorcycle. It was there, standing in excellent shape. Wait, did he polish it too, huh?
I ran over and sat down on the haunches. Moving my fingertips over it, I noticed the sleek material and the light of it.
I stood up and turned to Ethan, who leaned against the garage door frame with his hands in his pockets. He smiled at me and took a few strides forward