Kay.
Something told me I couldn't trust this guy; I was always suspicious of him, and here we are.
Getting off my bike, I walk to him, making sure the dagger is safe behind my back, and he watches my every step, anticipatingly.
Men are so easy.
I stand right in front of him and lift my hand to trace my index finger on the rose; the boy shivers under my touch.
Really Rico?
"I didn't know you liked roses," I whisper, looking into his brown eyes curiously, while they stare back at me in amusement. I know he didn't expect me this close to him.
"I prefer the dark ones, princess, it's the colour of my heart," he whispers, smirking. I have no doubt his heart is darker than hell. Everyone knows, and I'm aware of that.
"I see," I bring my gaze back to his neck, but instead of my finger, he'
