Tessa’s POV
We raced down the fast lane of the highway, the wind whipped through my hair and my heart raced in my chest along with the car. I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning white, and had double-checked my seatbelt, making sure it was secure. "Robert, please, can you slow down a bit?" I pleaded, my voice filled with concern.
He glanced at me with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, come on, Tessa," he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't tell me you're turning into a worry wart now. Thought you loved fast cars?"
I rolled my eyes playfully, feeling a mix of annoyance. "I like speed yeah, but it feels like we're flying at the moment. Let's just enjoy the road responsibly, alright?"
His laughter filled the car as he eased off the gas
