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"I think you make a right up here at the next light," I mumbled uneasy, "or was it the last right...."

"You've been living here ever since the second grade and you still don't know the-," he kissed his teeth before hurriedly doing an illegal U turn, "just hand me the phone".

We've been driving around for almost half an hour looking for the market that seem to be hiding from us. So of course I brought up the GPS app on my phone to help us out, but it was only stress put on my shoulders as I didn't know how to read the map correctly- hence why we're just roaming the busy streets. Yeah it was partially my fault but I was doing my best so that had to count for something?

He glance in my direction briefly, holding his hand out to take my one and only love.

"Well," he stressed, slowly becoming impatient with my stalling.

"Nooo," I wined stubbornly at his demand, shielding my phone away from him cautiously.

He breathed strongly through his nose before exhaling out his mouth, later parking on the side of the road. His wide shoulders turning in my direction, a strain look plastered his freckled face.

I clutched the phone tighter in my hand as my eyes twitched to his tightly clenched jaw and back up to his hard eyes. Swallowing dryly, I slowly moved my phone to my back pocket even though his eyes glared deeply into mine.

Before I knew it his large hands and arms leaped into action, almost succeeding in getting my phone causing me to yelp out a squeaky outburst.

I turned towards the window hopefully giving me some sort of advantage but the whole conduct was useless as the clicking of his seatbelt signified that he was serious.

"Give me the phone Nyna," he bellowed out but I knew he found the whole thing entertaining. His hard chest pressed into my back, as his warm breath fanned my expose neck. The tip of his finger constantly grazing the edge of my phone.

"They could just simply graze my walls instead of this," I thought, a small grin stained my face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?," SERI monotone voice asked, the loud shuffling between the two of us almost not catching what she said.

"CALL THE POLICE," I yelled to her jokingly as I tried to use my other arm to create a form of distance between him.

His eyes widen at my remark, a more urgent feeling washing over him as he finally captured the phone he struggled 5 minutes for.

"Don't call the police SERI," he heaved with rigid breathing. I laughed at how out of shaped he sounded, soon halted as he gave me a pointed look.

After typing in a grocery store that was closest to us, we were off, going back to the busy streets.

The only sound was there was the soft mellow song that kind of reminded me of the 90's even though I wasn't born in that time.

It was peaceful, despite what just took place a couple of seconds ago- there was no awkward tension amongst us. As strange as it was since we only met a few hours ago.

Gradually, the bumpy road became smooth as we approached the market, sighing softly before looking at the handsome man briefly. My eyes scanning every inch of him, momentarily gazing at his lips longer than intended.

My legs were aching from being in this position for to long but my dirty mind drifted to all the position Keith could put me in.

I'm a hoe, it can't be helped.

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