Johnny was delivering the bouquet of flowers himself today. Navaya knew it to be a fact as she stood next to one of the entrances to the parking lot, watching his Aston Martin come to a stop in one of the empty parking spots. The windows were tinted so she couldn't really make out anyone else in the car.
Navaya couldn't help but chuckle. Johnny liked cars. Cars and motorcycles. He liked them sleek and he liked them fast. It made him obnoxious and even more attractive all at the same time. Once a few years ago, while he laid his head on her thighs, she had playfully joked that he would marry a car engine if he had his way. She had said it while her fingers gently ran through his hair and they had both laughed. He was on top of her the next minute, his lips on hers in a kiss that always wiped away all thought, kissing her like she was the air he breathed.
