In the car, about ten minutes away from the Long property…
Merve and Corey are in the back seat of a black Maybach.
Both of them are wearing formal clothes.
Corey is checking his phone while Merve is stealing glances at Corey and blushing occasionally. He is very handsome in a black formal suit.
Corey chuckled and kept his phone on the side. "What are you thinking?"
"What? Nothing." Merve looked away from him, embarrassed that she was caught.
Corey observed Merve's peach dress, which is revealing her legs from knees down, and he wanted to touch the delicate fabric, or to be more accurate: he wanted to touch what was below that fabric. But then he decided not to, because he might wrinkle it, and they are going to an event.
Corey's index finger landed on Merve's chin and made her look his way.
"That is not nothing. Spill it."
