"I love you." She said softly, her voice sincere. He looked at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "How long will you keep on saying that?" He asked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
"For as long as I live. For as long as I can still say it. I'll keep on saying it over and over."
"You're making me a bad husband." He chuckled. "Those should be my lines."
Fionn couldn't wait to get home; the small, passionate moment they'd shared left him wanting more. He had done this before, but it felt a lot different doing it with Kiara.
He smiled at her, reciprocating her own smile before turning his focus back to the road. Kiara sat back, her heart skipped, reminiscing about the moment they'd shared. And the sheer pleasure it brought her left her unsatisfied and longing for more.
The rest of the journey home was mostly silent, each holding back the desire they had for the other. But everything changed when they got home.
Fionn opened the door for her, allowing her to get in.
