Ella
Malik is the one driving the car that Dad lent to us. Apparently, that great, great grandma is in a different town. Malik drives at a steady fast pace.
I lean back into the seat and admire what is mine, like I really admire him. The sexy beard he has going on. Intense gray eyes that I fell for deeply, not forgetting those sexy lips.
His grip on the wheel tightens. And his veins pop out on his arms and I swallow briefly looking out of the window. We are surrounded by nothing but trees with a few old building here and there.
“ I can feel your gaze on me, you know?” He breaks the heavy silence between us.
“ I bet you can.” My reply is witty and he groans in response.
“ It's hard for me to concentrate when you have to look at me like you want to jump my bones every time.”
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