Wriothesley couldn't help but chuckle softly as you planted yet another kiss on his cheek, making him feel like a complete fool in love. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror, taking in the amount of red lip prints you'd left on his face, as a result of the numerous pecks.

He casually proposed, "Why don't you save the kisses for when we get home?" With one hand resting on your leg and the other on the steering wheel, he adjusted his position in the seat and fixed his varsity jacket.

"I don't want your pretty-self to keep distracting me while driving — you don't fancy me crashing this new car, do you?"

You were aware of Wriothesley's passion for being a racecar driver; he'd made himself quite the name in that field. You were also aware of his deep love for luxurious sports cars. Whenever he wasn't competing, he would take you on exhilarating rides in his extravagant cars.

So since he had today off, it wasn't any different. The only exception was — he'd purchased a new lavish sports car.