Chapter 37

We were driving back home with a calming silence enveloping us. In an unforeseen moment, a little pup jumped out of nowhere, making Damon take a brash cut and making me jerk from my seat. A little girl who looked like a 10-year-old apologized before thanking him and carried the little pup out of the driveway.

"My bad. It was sudden. You okay?" Damon asked her, concerned, reading my face for any trace of injury.

"I'm okay," I nodded my head in a reassuring manner which made him resume his driving.

The squeaky turn and brash cut blew my head away. It fascinated me to see the control he held in everything he did. It was unintentional when my invading eyes traced his long hands that elegantly held the steering in his steel grip.

He was a classic driver.

Do you mean a sexy driver Ari? My mind whistled.

Shut up, Ari!

He is driving me nuts.

My mind was still jerky though it's been a couple of minutes from the little stunt the adorable pup pulled at us.

"That was a good cut. You are a