He took out a rose from inside of his jacket and met my gaze. Quirking up my brow I asked whispering "You seemed to be too much prepared ?"
"I'm always prepared" He replied in the same tone shrugging his shoulders.
Giving him a curt nod, I accepted the rose from him and stood there. His eyes soon found mine and his hand which was now cold against my skin soon found my neck and he dipped his head. And that's when I realised his actions, and tried to push him back, but he being a professional in blocking my attempts, pushed me against the bike holding my both hands at my back.
