*Zac*
There is nothing flashy or otherwise noticeable about the way she step out of the door; but it still makes my world stop for a second and it just happens to be the final moment of the part of my life that I will come to know as before Her.

I have always been rather.. well private regarding my personal life. I have long ago realised that while it is possible to act all confident when needed, like any work function or a party with big wigs, women tend to prefer when I am genuine; just me, a little dorky, and awkward.

That's why, when she squeak out an embarrassed apology mixed with her greeting for stepping on my foot, I don't even pretend like I can form any words. But I am completely sure, even in this very first moment of knowing her, that there is no version of my future that doesn't involve me marrying this woman.

"I was trying to stop in time, honestly I was, I just didn't realise that your feet stuck out that far.. and I was kinda distracted". She rush out with an obvious blush dusting her cheeks. It fade a moment later and I note the adorable freckles she has sprinkled across the bridge of her nose and cheekbones. She hold out her hand, introducing herself. "Aurora".

She makes a face and I can't help but find it incredibly cute the way she scrunches up her nose. The little crinkles at the corners of her eyes and her grimace completes,  at least to me, the face of a fucking angel.

"Zac". I finally manage to cough out, grasping her small hand in mine. It has to be half the size of my own hand, the way it disappear from view when we shake.

"Well Zac, I humbly apologize, for stepping on you". She spin her arm out fancily and bowed low at the waist. When she straighten up, I let out a breath I didn't even know I'd been holding. She glances at the door. "We probably should get going".

I nod, pulling the spare helmet free and handing it to her. "Here, put this on darling". I put my leather jacket back on and then the helmet. Sliding a bit forward on the seat to give her better room to get on.

"Okay". She mutters, getting up behind me and I can feel how tense her whole body is, she is clearly nervous about this.

*Aurora*
He turn his head and smile softly at me. "Hold on and let's get out of here then".

I put on the helmet, then I wind my arms tightly around his waist, holding on for dear life. Seeing a couple of my security guards show up just as we speed out of there. My stomach feels like it is on the way out my mouth.

Swallowing nervously I bury my head into his broad back, tightening my grip. As his jacket is open my hands are suddenly just parted from his skin by the thin t-shirt and I can feel his body heat through it.

I breathe in deeply, he smell of leather, sunshine and something sweet and spicy, probably his perfume. Honestly the mixed scent is utterly delicious and I can't stop myself from breathing in deeply again.

"Seriously Aurora, control yourself". I mumble against his back, knowing he can't hear me.

When I clearly feel his abs flex under my hands on a turn I am trying very hard to remind myself that I am a princess and an engaged woman and that I know nothing about this man beside that his name is Zac and he is unbelievably hot.

The engine is vibrating beneath me and that combined with the heat and scent of him and the feel of his muscles under my hands honestly has my head spinning every which way making me completely forget that I was scared of the motorcykel.

Part of me starts to wish that this ride will never end, right now I can imagine that I am free.. that I can do whatever I want and that this sexy and handsome man is mine.

I close my eyes, melting into him, totally forgetting time and place. I just focus on the feeling of the bike and the feel of him, especially how his muscles move under my hands, contracting every time I move them.

Suddenly he breaks a bit hard, pressing me into him, my hands sliding up on his chest. Oh lord that is some mighty impressive muscles too. Little chills running down my spine.

I move my hands down, only then realising that I have managed to pull up his shirt and my hands are now on his warm skin. I can feel hair tickling my palm and muscles tensing up. I don't know what to do, I feel that I should move my hands, but part of me don't want to.. part of me is also scared to let go to much while we are in speed.

All too soon he turn up in front of a typical upper class townhouse, turning of the engine. His hands comes to rest on top of mine. Then I pull my hands away, remembering who I am. Seriously I can't be falling in awe over a hot body, I should have better self control.

I get of the bike and pull of the helmet, trying to get my breathing and flushed cheeks under control. "Thanks for picking me up .. Zac".

He slowly get of the bike and pull of the helmet as he turns to look at me. I can't help but notice how fast his breathing is and that his bottom lip looks slightly swollen, like he has been biting it, when his darkened eyes fixates on me. "Oh I was happy to".

"We should...". The words gets stuck in my throat as he slowly walks closer. His eyes seems locked on my lips and my heart is racing.

"Hmm we should..". He stops right in front of me and I wonder if he have been this tall the whole time.

His hand.. his very large hand I might ad, reach out to cup my cheek and I am pretty sure my heart just completely stopped beating as he lowers his face and I close my eyes, waiting for the kiss I want so badly to happen right now.

His lips gently brush against mine...