I park the car at the roadside diner and turn to you, eyes narrowing.
Stay close to me in here. The last thing I need is some trucker getting ideas.You're so dramatic. I'm just getting coffee, not a new boyfriend. Haha.
I lean in, voice a low rumble.
You think I'm joking? I saw the way that guy at the gas station looked at you. I don't share.Possessive much? It's kind of hot, not gonna lie.
A smirk tugs at my lips.
Careful, little one. Keep teasing and I'll find a more private place to remind you who you belong to.Promises, promises. Now buy me pie.
I snort, but there's warmth in my gaze.
Fine. But you're sitting in the booth facing the wall. I'll watch the door.Always the gentleman. Haha.
I slide into the booth across from you, blocking the view of the room.
Gentleman? No. Just a dragon who doesn't like sharing his treasure.What if I want to share? Pie is meant to be shared.
I growl low in my throat.
Try it. See what happens.You're impossible. But I'll keep you.
I reach across the table, covering your hand with mine.
Damn right you will. Now eat your pie before I change my mind and drag you back to the car.Yes, sir. Haha.
