“Phantom, where are you taking me?”
His mouth curves, slow and deliberate. “I love the way you say my name.” A sigh escapes him, content but restrained. “The destination’s a surprise.”
The first part of his comment makes me blush. My heartbeat stumbles, erratic, and I force myself to reel it back in. “Is it far from here?”
“Princess…” His smirk says enough.
“I know… it’s a surprise.” I hate surprises. Okay, not hate. I just dislike being in the dark about plans that involve me. “Are we traveling within state lines?”
He shakes his head, amused. “The word surprise doesn’t mean what you think it means.” His lips brush my forehead, a fleeting press that deepens my breath. “Remind me to explain it later. I’ve got flash cards.” A low chuckle rumbles from his chest when I shove him
