Samuel
" Husband! Hey, stop the car! "
She insists as she veers around on my lap, trying to get away from me uncomfortably unlike how she was behaving earlier.
Dante and Carlos had been driving Sarah home, their car had long gone ahead and we were left behind.
My woman has been acting cute and drunk talking sitting on my lap while I drive. She nudged that she sat on my lap saying she liked my fragrance and I couldn't bring myself to deny her. She had been naming me 'Husband' instead of the usual grumpy 'Samuel' in her calm tone, and I f*****g love it. I can't stop smiling from the endearing gestures she makes, her cute pouting face when I refuse her for the absurd requests she proposes, and her half-awake self coddling into the spot between my neck and shoulders. She has been clutch
