You leaned your head against the cab's cool window, and reached out,

letting the wind whip past your fingers, when suddenly, warmth encased your hand.

"Keep your hand inside, princess. You'll get hurt," a biker pulled up beside your cab.

His gloved fingers lingered for a moment, his dark eyes, his- "You just broke up remember."

Your bsf said in a dry tone. You huffed, she was right.At the party, the bonfire crackled against the inky sky, and your friends mingled with their partners.

Alone, you nibbled on your food, when a sudden gust sent shivers down your spine.

"Chose the wrong dress again," you muttered.

"Just like you chose the wrong brother once," came a voice behind you. That was familiar...your ex's brother,Roman Martizen

Whipping around, you found...nothing But then, at the edge of your vision, something caught your eye-a leather biker's jacket,