—Killian—
The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway.
Lena's display of toys leaves me absolutely f*****g speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available.
Not that I needed another car for my garage, but I wanted this one. And to add to that, I’m still trying to register what she said. “This weekend, you and me. Nothing’s off-limits.”
Bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her as softly as I can, holding back my desperation of wanting more. I don’t want Lena to think
