Arella
I ROLLED my eyes, ignoring the knowing grin on his face as I walked toward his car. I knew that smug look when he saw the post-orgasmic bliss all over my face from the c****x he gave me not so long ago.
His approaching footsteps and then a hand on my waist made me suck in a breath as his warm grip coursed through me. He kissed the top of my head, then finally opened the passenger door. “Why are you so in a hurry?” There was a tiny bit of sadness in his voice.
“I told you that I have a video call with my friend in Seattle once a month. She was the one who came to the concert of Fifth Death with me.” I climbed inside, and Skip closed the door after me.
He immediately started the engine, then turned to my side and smiled genuinely. “That was the best night of my life.” He str
