Christian
"You didn't get my message? I told you not to come here," she snaps, leaning her face to my neck.
"I got it"
"Then?"
"Then? I thought you might want me to show up. Otherwise, you wouldn't text me the opposite," I grin, riding slowly near the highway.
"No, why would I want you to show up here? To create a mess for me?" Her voice is sharp yet I'm enjoying it.
"Did I create a mess? See what I have turned into for you," I say.
"I can see it. And you look young now," she cracks up as I wiggle my face in the mirror. She looks beautiful, as usual, her wavy hairs blowing , a wide smile ripping on her lips and her eyes darting on me through the mirror.
I don't know where to focus. On her or the road.
"Did you find me old before?" I come out of my muse and gasp.
"A bit. That for
