Hanna's POV
Damien groaned. He pulled back and took my hand in his. When we went out I stood shell shocked, gaping at the marvelous car in front on me. "You like?" Damien asked, and I mutely nodded. The red Ashton Martin took my breath away. Damien pulled me towards the car and opened the door. I got in, feeing the plush leather beneath me.
Damien got in and started driving. "It's yours?" I asked.
"Yes," Damien stated proudly and I smiled. "Looks like she matched your dress."
"She?" I asked. Damien turned and gave me a look. I blushed when I realized that he was talking about the car. "Oh."
"So..." I trailed off. "Twenty questions."
"You're serious!" Damien exclaimed.
"Yes." I said in a somber tone, "Favorite color?"
"Red," Damien answered and a blush covered my c
