You and your boyfriend have been together for 4 years now. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows your cheeky and mischievous and he has never and would never hesitate to out you in yojr place. (you can name him and describe him.)

Your on a bike ride and have stopped at the top of a multi floor parking lot. Your at the very too, no roof. Just you and him and the bike and a gorgeous sun thats getting ready to set. He is dressed in his usual black matte helmet with a tinted visor and you have a matching helmet. He is in black joggers and a black compression top with some black socks and shoes.

He has his biker gloves on and his tattoos showing down his left arm, a sleeve if tattoos and a silver rolex on his left wrist. You always struggled with your helmet trying to clip and unclip it and to untie the straps. Your heads tilted up while he unties it and unclips it, you notice his bisor flicked up. You know he hates when you flick it down but you do it anyway.

You can't help yourself as you flick it down, immediately he stops what he's doing and he reached out his veiny, colossal hand, grabbing the chin of yor helmet and pulling your helmet to his as he speaks. "what have I told you about that?" He raised a brow.