Slamming the door shut I cross my arms over my chest, my face fluster in anger.

"Where to?," I growl in a low voice staring at the screen in front of me.

"To....," my eyes widen abruptly I feel his breath touch the side of my cheek skin which makes me to stick back to my seat.

He has leaned forward , away from his seat his face just few inches away from mine. Moving forward he lifts his left arm high trying to get the seat belt. I sat there without moving an inch because if I do so surely my lips will be on that cheek of his,...