Aliana hastily stands straight and reluctantly tugs her left hand on the hem of Klausʼ shirt and holds the pole tightly while she curses the driver in her head for letting them in even though there are no seats available already. Aliana thinks that Klaus might have bribed the driver to embarrass her.
Klaus chuckles and says, “That's good, babe.”
“I'll rip this shirt of yours if you're not going to shut your mouth,” Aliana hisses while her head views sideward.
“I would want to rip it for you babe if that's what you want,” Klaus mutters.
He won't really stop? Aliana grits her teeth and pinches hard the lower part of his abdomen with the fingers she uses to clutch on his shirt. Klaus moans in pain and curses under his breath.
“The hell, babe! Ugh! Stop.”
“You won't still stop talking?”
