Chapter Twenty-Three
Louis’ hands bounced on the steering wheel as we drove home. He looked over at me and I felt the need to touch him; I didn’t. Instead, I rested my hand on the console, giving him the choice.
“So are you more excited about our date or your Friday night one?”
“Apples and oranges.” He said with a smirk and my heart felt warm. It was nice to see my mate happy like this. His eyes lit up with a familiar glint. Happiness moved through me.
“We’re fruit now?”
“No, she smells like an apple and well comparing you two is like apples and oranges.”
Lifting an eyebrow, I waited as he looked away from the road and back to me.
“Both of you are sweet in your own way.” He said, his grin deepening.
“You think I’m sweet?” I asked with a chuckle.
“In your own way, you are.” He wi
