The Biker's Claim
I frown, clueless about what she is finding funny.
“ Oh dear, aren't you cute!” She comments,her giggles replaced by a smile
“ Cute?” I repeat,the word sounding foreign on my lips. It's the first time someone dares describe me with that word.
“ Yeah. You look cute when you blush.” She responds and I feel my face heat up. So, she noticed my reactions to her earlier?
“ How wonderful would it be to see you blush everyday.” She murmurs. Without a word,I grab her waist, twirl her around and pin her against my bike.