"Silly Eva, come here."
He stretched out his long arms, signaling for her to come into his embrace.
With lessons learned from the past, she behaved a bit and walked over.
However, he was already impatient, took two steps forward, and scooped her into his arms: "Silly Eva, I'm taking you somewhere."
He remembered.
Twelve years ago, that night, she said she liked meteor showers.
The sports field of the university was the most romantic place to watch meteor showers, but it was a college town, too many people, too many couples.
He knew a place, ten miles of pink-infused grass, so romantic.
"Silly Eva."
Eva Nightingale finally couldn't hold back, and bit down on his chest with all the strength she had.
"Lucas Knight! Put me down!"
She was so afraid of him now, a paranoid, egomaniac, control freak, a rogue...
Ah, she was going crazy.
"Silly Eva, if you keep biting, believe it or not... I'll f*ck you?"
His tone was doting, teasing yet not quite joking.
