MISCHIEVOUS WINK

Diane’s P.O.V.

It was a good thing that the road was wide enough and had four lanes, so we would not disturb the other motorists here. Although while moving my head to search for a familiar landmark, I could tell that we were in an almost secluded part of the village.

“Shit! I am so sorry, Diane. We lost gas. Tsk, I think I should have it full next time! I should have never been too confident,” Liam said apologetically.

“It’s okay, I can manage.” I smiled. Incidents happen when you least expect them, so I had to understand the situation.

He closed the roof of his car...