We drive home in silence. I use the opportunity to enjoy the scenery—well, more like shamelessly admiring my mate who’s currently driving. What can I say? He’s too good-looking. He glances at me every now and then, but I have no shame and keep staring.
“Honey, don’t you get bored looking at me like that?” he chuckles.
“Uh… Never. You’re the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen—well, second, after Joseph Manganiello.”
He growls, and I burst into laughter. Leaning over, I plant a kiss on his stubbled jaw.
“I have something to tell you,” I say softly. He turns his head toward me.
“Eyes on the road, mister,” I warn, grinning.
He sighs, turning his attention back to the road. “Alright, shoot.”
“I’m terrible at baking and gardening,” I admit with a small shrug.
He laughs, the sound warm an
