(This chapter is dedicated to @Raela_The_Echo, @Khadan_Said, @Lydia_Bartolt, and @winglessbutterfly, thank you very much for the support. I very much appreciate it and it motivates me to write more.)
He was so close to her that she could see how flawless his skin was, his lips so tempting as they asked her the question. He smelled like petrichor, he always did and Aselia took a deep breath to inhale it in, inhale all of him in before a mischievous smile spread on her lips and she said:
"Let me think?" She tilted her head at him as the car began to move.
Xiran scowled and grunted at her answer, his plump lips almost pouted and his hold tightened on her waist as he waited for her to speak again when she finally chuckled at him and answered:
"No," and his face fell, the grey orbs turned darker like rain clouds, and he made a puppy face at her.
