As Emma Hart was about to spring up from Damien Sterling's embrace, he firmly pressed her back against him. "Don't move," Damien commanded.
"How did I end up sleeping on you?" Emma asked, utterly baffled.
"You leaned over on your own," Damien responded.
The seasoned driver upfront smirked meaningfully. Ah, to be young!
"That's impossible, you're lying," Emma retorted, clearly not convinced.
"Why is that impossible?" Damien then turned towards her, whispering, "This driver is one of my grandfather's men. We need to appear affectionate in front of him, understand?" Damien leaned in closer and swiftly pecked Emma on her soft lips, mimicking a pecking chick.
The driver thought to himself how worthwhile this drive had been, as dim lights occasionally swept over Emma's blushing cheeks—whether from the blush or Damien's audacious actions was unclear.
