"This is not the way to my house!" Amanda protested, seeing them lead to another driveway where they were barely any cars or houses around.
"I know. Have you forgotten? I slept at your house. Even with my eyes closed, I could easily find my way there," Christopher teased, winking at Amanda.
She sighed at the man beside him. She could only hope none of the masters would call upon her that night.
While driving, Christopher suddenly blew against one of his hand before saying, "It's chilling tonight." He cleared his throat and directed his right hand to her. He said, "Do - do you mind warming it a little."
Amanda rolled her eyes at his effort. She could tell this was nothing but intentional. His lips weren't quite pale, not like before when he was really cold. "Your lips are still pinkish. You aren't really cold."
"What? Did you say my lips are kissable?" He said before smirking, putting his hand back on the steering wheel.
