Mirabelle and Kingston stay conversing as I slide into the back of the rental car.

The interior is pleasant, neon lights around the black interior are a nice touch.

Mirabelle and King slide, with Kingston sitting across me and Mirabelle next to me.

I try my best to ignore him but he continues to stare at me, a smile plastered on his lips. It's making me itch, I want to slap it off his lips, how is he always so fucking happy with himself?

“What do you want to say?” I groan, my hand reaching ...