The drive was beautiful, but you we're glued to your phone. Miles glanced over, a slight frown creasing his brow. "Babe," he said, his voice gentle but laced with a hint of frustration, "are you even seeing this amazing scenery?"

You then mumbled something about a funny meme, eyes still glued to the screen. He chuckled, a low sound in his throat. "Right. Funny memes are more important than your incredibly handsome fiance?"

You finally looked up, meeting his amused gaze. "Hey!" You protested, playfully shoving his shoulder. "I was just—"

Before you could finish, he snatched your phone, tossing it onto the back seat. His hand found your thigh, his touch warm and reassuring. "Better," he murmured, his eyes twinkling. "Now, eyes on me princess." He paused, a playful glint in his eyes. "And no more memes, unless they're about me."