Girl Bike Accident Love - Makeover & Dressup
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Zoe sprinted along the winding park path, her sneakers slapping against the pavement as golden-hour sunlight filtered through the trees. A sharp screech of brakes cut through her rhythm—Zack’s bike swerved too late, colliding with her mid-stride. She hit the ground hard, knees scraping asphalt as her breath seized. Before she could process the sting, Zack was already crouched beside her, rummaging through his backpack with trembling hands. “Hold still,” he muttered, dabbing antiseptic on her torn skin with a frayed bandana. His fingers shook, but his touch was deliberate, almost reverent. Hours later, back in his cramped apartment, the scent of her citrus perfume clung to his shirt. Visions of her wincing smile looped in his mind—the way she’d laughed through gritted teeth, insisting she’d “survived worse.” By dawn, he’d memorized the exact curve of her frown when the disinfectant hit raw flesh. It wasn’t guilt gnawing at him anymore. Zack tossed aside his sketchpad, charcoal smudging his palm as he paced. The half-finished portrait of her glared up from the floor. He needed to see her again. Not to apologize. To ask her out before the universe invented another disastrous way to throw them together.
