"Sorry M'love!" Marcus apologized, his voice deep and solemn as he glanced her way from behind the wheel, "The least we want is fighting when we're close to Crescent. I don't want him to think I offend you often."
Kiara's pouty lips were exaggeratedly stuck out, and her eyes were out the window. Her attention on how captivating his tone was dripping with every word honey-coated nicely to please her.
"You said what you said!" She huffed, "You can't take back words that you say!"
"You're far from being fat, I only said that it looks like you've gained a few pounds lately."
"How dare you call me fat all over again!" She fired her glaring eyes his way, her fists balled, her chin tucked out towards him in a way he saw as cute.
"Okay, okay! I take it back. I'm the fat one!" He said flatly,
