" One black coffee." A deep voice said and I snapped my head to the side to see a raven head and as he turned, my eyes found the devastatingly beautiful features that had haunted me last night.
He collected his coffee and made his way out of the c...
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Chocolate wrappers littered all around us, I had my feet pulled up to my chest and was pouting up at a highly amused Az. After having a large breakfast of chocolate pancakes and a mug of hot chocolate, we have been stuck in the car for about six hours now and I'm dying out of curiosity.
"Did we reach?" I asked for the nth time.
"No, sweetheart. We didn't." He chuckled and grabbed my hand, lightly kissing my knuckles.
"Then when will we reach?"
"Hmm, in another six hours if we are lucky?" He shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Six?! I'm going to have grey hairs by that time!" I gasped.
"Relax, we're almost there." He laughed
"Oh, good good." I mumbled and snuggled back to the seat. We had passed the city and now all I could see was dense forest on either side and a lot hairpin turns.
"You not taking me to push me off a cliff are you?" I asked seriously.
Hey, you can never say.
"Hmmm, I don't know. You have been quite annoying." He muttered.
"You know what they say, boys only want love if it's torture." I grinned.
He gave me an incredulous look.
"First of all, stop quoting Taylor Swift and second thing, I'm not a boy. I'm a man, darling." He scoffed.
"Right." I snorted.
"Hey! Are you questioning my manliness?" He asked indignantly.
"Maybe I am."
"Then I just have to prove you, I guess." And he pulled up, grabbing me by my waist and hauling me into his lap. I let out a high pitched squeal.
"What were you saying baby?" He whispered huskily into my ear making me shudder slightly. I could just feel him smile against me, no doubt mentally gloating about his effect on me.
