Emily POV
When my mind feels valentine enough, I open the driver's door causing that sublime black car smell to reach my pits. At the mere sight of the harnessed cushioning, a scream escapes my chest and I start ranting full of happiness random things without much sense to the passersby around us, but with barely enough reason for Nathan.
"Do you like it?" The brown-eyed brunette behind me dares to ask such a truism while looking at my body slumped inside the car, poking at all the infinite options on the car's modern dashboard and at the millions of tiny but stylish accessories the mini's interior was loaded with.
"I have no words to express what I'm feeling right now" And with what he had just said he pretty much proved it. An unexplained stutter, flushed cheeks, and above all the trembling in my hands corroborated the degree of happiness that flooded me at this moment: "This feels like a dream Nathan, this car is my fucking dream."
