I was fidgeting in my seat. After a week of contemplating, I am still not sure if this is a good choice. It is funny how I felt nervous all over my system while the man beside me is comfortable sitting and tapping his fingers on his lap, enjoying the music coming from the audio of his car.
With my freshly painted nails, I picked my finger. I bit my lips as I watch the outside window, giving me a blissful sight.
Suddenly, warm massive, and slightly rough hands enveloped my palms. I turn my head to turn to Ace who is currently staring intently at me. I used it as an opportunity to raise my concern over the past week.
"Ace, I don't really think this is a good idea," I shook my head while biting my lower lip for him to understand my uncertainty.
He shot an eyebrow up. "What's not good of
