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Zack's POV

"So, where are we going exactly?" Riley's voice broke over the soft music playing. I glanced at her, holding my breath as I absorbed in her beauty. 

The way the air flowed through her hair, touching her skin softly—her hazel eyes were focused on the trees as we passed them in a blur.

That dress hugged her body at the right places, and yellow was definitely her color—it made her look happy. Not for a long time because every once she sneaks a quick glance at her phone, then her face changes to a worried, distressed one.

"It won't be a surprise if I told you, cupcake." She looked at me with a frown.

"Monkey feathers. My name isn't this hard, I can even help you spell it out," she quipped, and I gave her an impressed side glance before focusing on the road—a sinister smirk tugged on my lips as the dirty comment popped up in my mind.