“We're leaving for the party! Now!” Valeria told him, trying to hold her laughter after Nick changed directions three times to avoid going to the gala.

“You just want me to die of a heart attack!” said Nick.

“Maybe, but first let's go to the party,” Valeria leaned into the passenger seat, not caring about the dress, and kissed him on the lips.

“Well, let's go to the damn gala,” Nick conceded, but the truth was that he wanted to turn around and take her to his apartment once and for all.

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