Chapter 42 I feel safe with him

Martin smirked. Such an arrogant smirk had no right to be so attractive and endearing.

“Tomorrow?” Martin said.

Zoe rolled her eyes. “At least you phrased it as a question,” she said with a laugh, taking Martin’s hand. “No, I can’t just cancel my life here and move to America in half a day! You’re being ridiculous—”

Martin kissed her again.

When he finally let her breathe, Zoe blinked at him blearily, tingly and warm down to her toes. “What was that for?”

“I love you,” Martin said, his expression completely serious this time.

Zoe’s chest grew tight. She pressed her face against Martin’s neck, breathed in his scent, and said, “I’ll fucking kill you if you ever get behind the wheel again.”

Martin chuckled. “I’ll make sure you’ll have a legal right to access my deathbed if I do.”

Zoe scowled. “Don’t you dare joke about it—” She cut herself off when she realized what Martin was implying.