I opened the car door and she slid in clinging to the hem of her dress. I couldn't help but to gaze at her. She was stunning, how could any man in their right mine not stare? I was snatched from my gaze when her phone buzzed. As i closed the door i could see her nervously fumbling through her purse to find the awful little distraction. I got in to the drivers seat and noticed a blush in her cheeks , i immediately began to question what was so special?
Why was she blushing?!
Who made her blush?!
I'm the only one who gets to make her do that well at least i plan to be. She turned and met my gaze clearly astounded by the intense jealousy i was displaying. I was squeezing the steering wheel so tight i thought it would break so I loosened my hold. She noticed my frustration and put her phone away to run her fingers through my hair. Calming me, forcing me to exhale deeply and smile at her. What am I going to do about my star. My flower. My girl.
