Ceres giggled as she trailed playful, featherlight kisses along Zeus’s face while he focused on driving toward the Monteverde estate.
“Love, you shouldn’t be doing this,” Zeus muttered, attempting to reprimand her, but he made no real effort to stop her. She was practically draped over him in the driver’s seat, her lips teasingly brushing against the corner of his mouth. And every time her lips got too close, Zeus instinctively leaned in, trying to catch them, making her giggle more.
“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Ceres said with faux innocence before playfully kissing his cheek again, then his nose.
“I’m driving, love. This is very dangerous,” Zeus said, keeping his eyes on the road, though his restraint was wearing thin. It wasn’t just the driving that made this dangerous, it was her
