I SHIFTED again to my seat and ignored my heart that was beating uncomfortably. Not wanting to be affected by his dark stare so I pulled my strawberry float to suck.

He leaned his back against the couch manly before he spoke.

"How are you?" he asked after a beats of silence.

"Good! I'm good."

I bit my inner lip, I can't help but scold myself for the quick response.

"Good to hear that," he nod, continuing his drink, but his eyes remained dark and intense.

"Uh, how was your wedding?" I said, I almost whispered in the air.

"Yeah, there's no reason for me not to continue getting married,...