Chapter Three: Caught Off guard.
Those blue eyes seemed to made the dizziness go away. Have you ever felt the pull between magnets? That’s what I feel whenever I see those blue orbs. “Thank you” I whispered as he pulled me up to stand. ”What are you even doing in a place like this?” he asked as he put his hands in his pockets. I feel threatened with the authoritative tone of his voice so I politely questioned him the same question he asked me. “What are you doing here?” “A question is not an answer.” His eyes once again bored into mine.
That’s when I felt it; my heart seems to flutter wildly inside my chest. I’m confused with the sudden appearance of this emotion. “I came to see my parents” I honestly replied. His eyes flickered with an emotion that faded quickly for me to put a name to it. “I have to go, thank you very much for saving me.” I excused myself before I make fun of myself. I was few already few steps away when I felt a force that tugs my arm. I twisted around and my heart fluttered wildly again when I realized his face is a hair strand away from mine. “A lady should not walk the dark streets alone. Let me give you a ride.” He offered. “I can manage, you don’t need to do that, and I can take care of myself just fine.” I refused. “It’s not an offer, it’s a statement.” He replied as he pierced me with those blue eyes that even in the soft luminescence of the lamp post seems to shine its hue.
I was left dumbfounded with what he said. “I don’t have the patience to wait you know.” He irritatingly messed his hair. I thought he would somehow look bad with a messy hair but it only added to his masculinity. A little flustered, I lowered my head to somewhat hide my embarrassed face and walked towards him. He started walking again and with those pair of long legs, I walked behind him not being able to catch his pace.
We made it to the exit without any conversation which I am alright with. I’m not really a chatty person for a stranger. I roamed my eyes and they widened when I saw him walked towards a black motorbike. I think it’s the recent model of Ducati that I’ve seen on newspaper last week. “What?” He furrowed his forehead in obvious frustration.
“M-Motorbike?” I stuttered in nervousness. If I wasn’t given the chance to be dead a while ago, maybe this is it. I think I’m destined to die tonight. I knew how dangerous it is to ride one and somehow I feel scared. I’m scared that I might like to face death where I’m supposed to be living my life. “Yeah, so?” he questioned with his eyebrows up. “N-Nothing” I lied. I walked quickly to his side. I closed my eyes when I felt something heavy in my head. “It’s just a helmet, relax.” He reassured with a husky voice. I looked up to him and surprised that he wasn’t wearing one. “Why aren’t you wearing one?” I asked. “I don’t need one.” He shrugged and rode the motorbike. He turned to look at me with an expression that asks, ‘Are you going to ride or not?’ I approached him and prepared to ride the motorbike. I wasn’t sure on where to anchor my hands for me to ride it but then he guided my hands and put it above his shoulders.
“Put your weight into my shoulders and lift your legs and ride.” He instructed me slowly. I followed his steps and I’m sitting at behind him. He sighed while he shakes his head and grabbed me by my wrists and he put my arms around his waist. I felt heat spreading from cheeks to my face which is odd as I feel the cold embrace my hands.
“Hold on tight and keep your eyes open.” I craned my neck to the right to see his facial expression but I failed as he is tall. I thought I should be really scared once I’ve settled in his motorbike but to my surprise I find myself amused and somewhat excited. I felt that I am safe. He pumped up the throttle and stepped on the clutch and I failed to keep my eyes open just as he requested. I felt the cold breeze brush my face and the wind that blows my hair. I even heard the purr of the motorbike’s engine every time he plays with the throttle and clutch. I slowly opened my eyes and I’ll never regret that I did.
