Xandeir's Perspective
I skillfully parked the car and, with a gentlemanly gesture, opened the door for her. As we approached her house, she grasped my suit, compelling me to face her. A tingling sensation resonated within me. She, seizing control, drew herself closer, creating an intimate connection.
"Are you even listening?" she scowled, her hands on her hips, radiating confidence.
Sexy, I thought, suppressing a smile. However, the urge to kiss her was tempered by the awareness that her father might not appreciate his daughter being swept away by any man. I chuckled at the playful notion.
"What were you saying?" I asked, genuinely interested.
"Don't be oversmart. Okay?" she warned, rolling her eyes. "Now, pay attention. Go straight there, greet them. No disobedience. They want ful
