Chapter 79 Why I Sometimes Hate You Even Though I Love You

• I held unto Florian's waist even as he gently parked the bike, then leaned back and removed his helmet. I reluctantly let go of him and got off the bike, and he got off too, taking my helmet from me as he gently balanced it on the bike. He turned, holding my hand as softly as the subset lights were resting in his hair, his eyes tender.
• "Is this alright?"
• I swallowed, my eyes slowly moving to the gate. "Will they want to see me?"