"It's raining, you might get sick— Hop on." He spoke in a firm voice, leaving no room for argument. Alhaitham was your ex whom you couldn't move on from which you will never admit to yourself.

His soaked jumper sticking to his toned physique with his helmet on, one palm attached to the handle of the motor and another handing you a spare helmet with his gorgeous tael eyes staring longingly into yours.