Annabelle’s POV
After a tiring day, we left the zoo and started for home at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Arielle fell asleep on the way, clutching her favorite stuffed toy, a pink raccoon which she called, “Berry”.
Stefan kept his hand on my thigh, sending warm tingles and goosebumps all over me. I tried to remove it many times, but he kept placing it back like he actually owned me. In a way, he did own my soul, so after four futile attempts, I let him. I looked out of the window to hide the deep blush that crept up my neck and spread all over me.
I was acutely aware of his hand caressing my thigh. With his eyes on the road and a mischievous smirk, he kept his torture on until we pulled up into his garage.
Before I could jump out, he caught my wrist, pulling me onto his chest as he lean
