Jane slipped out of Jack's bed in the pale light of dawn, gathering her clothes and shoes from where they were strewn about the floor. Her body tingled with echoes of pleasure and exhaustion, her mind replaying flashes of their passionate night together as she got dressed.
She knew she should head straight to work, watching as Jack set up his bike before taking off, but found herself instead following the rumble of Jack's motorcycle through the quiet streets. The roar led her to a weathered brick building with steel roll-up doors. Through the gap of an open door, she caught a glimpse of Jack leaning over the engine of a bike, muscles flexing under his oil-stained white tank top.
Jane shook her head, knowing she should leave but unable to tear herself away. She walked through the open d
