“W-what's that's supposed to mean? I'm y-yours?"
"What do you want it to mean kitten?" Kayden was quickly lighting a cig and rolling down the car windows as he pulled out of his parking spot.
Why did he always have to be so cryptic? He confused the s*hit out of me. I felt like he purposely teased me. He obviously knew that he made me nervous. I didn't like it.
"I don't wanna play games..."
"I'm not playing games Cheza." He squealed the tires as we made it out onto the main road.
"You just asked me what you want you calling me 'mine", to mean? Kayden that's so ridiculous I can't even begin to- Kayden just stop it. You've been driving me nuts since I met you."
"I thought you were supposed to be finding out how much of a bad boy I really was? I didn't think that would mean we would bec
