Francesca sat there, completely stunned. It felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She thought, 'Did… did this guy just do what I think he did?'

She had practically offered him her lips, yet he did not kiss her. All he did was unbuckle her damn seatbelt.

Francesca silently cursed Andrew for being an idiot. The perfect moment was right there, and he ruined it.

Her face burned with embarrassment as frustration bubbled up inside her. Then, she let out a huff, sulking like a child.

Andrew raised a brow. "What's wrong, Fran? Are you feeling sick again?"

Francesca let out a sharp laugh. "Nope. Don't worry about it!"

Andrew smirked. "Say that again."

"I said—don't worry about it! Don't. Worry. About. It. What are you gonna do about it, huh?" Her voice rose in irritation, her temper flaring as she glared at him.

Without warning, Andrew's large hand pinched her soft, delicate cheek. He grinned and teased, "Say it one more time."

Francesca's eyes widened in shock