"I am." Skyla grazed her fingers on the polished leather seat. Like everything else he owned, this specimen was immaculately clean and in perfect shape.
Zyair smirked under his mask seeing her lost in its gracely magnificence.
"You like it?" He tentatively touched her nimble fingers with his deft ones.
"I love it." Her fingers halted as they touched his but she didn't draw back her hand. He had pulled out leather gloves from the helmet.
"You will love it even more when we ride it. Have you ever ridden a bike before?" She shook her head negatively at his question.
"Then get ready for the experience of a lifetime."
He took her hand and helped her wear the leather gloves not wanting for her to feel cold. He repeated the process on her other hand as well and paused when he saw her still wearing the ring.
His eyes narrowed, he hated that ugly ring on her beautiful finger. Calmly he clutched it and began to wriggle it off her finger.