Red was her color. He swore she stole the breath straight from his lungs every time she answered the door dressed in a red blouse or red skirt or red dress. This time was no exception in an adorable blouse and pencil skirt that was enhanced by a thick belt showing off her thin waist. There had to be at least three different reds in that little number plus the red ribbons falling from her half-updo.
“You are going to kill me,” he said, his voice a bit breathy.
She snorted. “Flatterer.”
“I’m dead serious,” he swore. “You look absolutely adorable, and I all I want to do tonight is show you off. Because there have to be very few men in the world who get to parade around with a woman as stunning you.”
Her cheeks turned yet another shade of red. But his were burning, too, so she wasn’t alone. “I’m serious,” he repeated.
She bit her red lip—honestly, how many shades of red could this woman be wearing yet still look completely put together—and looked up at him with brilliantly blue eyes shadowed by a thick curtain of long lashes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That’s very sweet.”
He held his hand out for her to take, then led her down the stairs to his car.
“Where are we going tonight?” She asked. “You never told me.”
“A place I don’t go often, yet very much enjoy.”
She quirked a brow at him. “That doesn’t narrow it down.”
“Well, maybe I want it to be a surprise.”
Her smile grew and her eyes sparkled with playfulness. “All right.”
He started the car and braced for her new favorite habit: resting her hand on his knee. Tonight was no exception. Her hand found his knee within moments of him pulling out of the parking space.
When he got to a stoplight, he plucked her hand from his leg, holding in gently in his own. “You love distracting me, don’t you?”
She cocked her head in feigned innocence. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”
He smirked and shook his head at her. Her smile widened. He pressed a lingering kiss to her knuckles before placing her hand back in her own lap.
She hit him with a flirty smirk that would have knocked him off his feet had he been standing, and then she tapped his nose in a way that completely stopped his heart. “Green light.”
For what? He then turned to look at the light, only to see it shining bright green to go. He put his foot to the gas all while his cheeks were burning.
Her hand found his knee again and squeezed. He sighed. She chuckled.
No matter how much she tormented him, he loved that woman.
He parked the car in the street, then walked hand in hand with Marinette to the restaurant he had planned taking her to.
She gasped. “There’s, like, a month-long waitlist for this place.”
“I know,” he said. “I’ve had this planned for at least that long.”
Her blue eyes were wide as she stared at him.
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Second Chances
Random☆Despite being young, single, and successful, the only girl who has Adrien's attention is his daughter. That is, until the new nanny makes a spot for herself in both their lives in a way that no one, not even the nanny herself, was expecting AUTHOR:...
