You agreed to go on a motorcycle ride with Blade since you knew about his passion, although you had never been on one yourself.

As your boyfriend started the vehicle, he could feel your arms encircling his waist and your face buried in his back. The encounter startled him for a split second, but he didn't stop you.

"Just," Blade grumbled, "don't squeeze me too hard, will you?"

Of course, his pride wouldn't allow him to admit it, yet the feeling of your arms embracing him was his favourite.