Liam adjusted his pants for the fourth time that evening, Emily was making it hard to breathe down there. His eyes raked her petite body up and down again as he drove towards an Italian restaurant on the other side of the town.

"I'm going to roll up the windows if one more guy whistles at you" Liam threatened playfully as a guy whistled at Emily from across the traffic.

"Jealousy much? I like it when you're jealous, you look cute" Emily pouted at Liam like a small child as a mimicry of his current face.

"It's not jealousy, it's just that most of these men have wives at home...