Emily's POV

“You drive too fast to have that calm look on your face.” I finally spoke out.

Adrian had been navigating every bend like it was the corner of his grand palace.

“Are you scared?” J asked, chuckling.

“For My life, yeah.” I replied to him.

“I've been driving for fifteen years, Emily, ease up. I can see an accident coming from a mile away.” He further boasted.

“Well, unfortunately, I believe in chances and unforeseen events.” I said, heaving slightly.

“Oh, alright. Riddle me this: What are the chances that I'd beat your doorstep tomorrow when you get back from work?” He asked me, his eyes were still...