Bad Boy And Good Girl: Kiss Me Slowly | Complete ✔️

Chapter 7: Taste Like Yours

- Cassiela POV -

*DING DONG*
School is over. I was walking out the school gate, a car passed by and stopped few steps ahead, familiar face appeared as the window rolled down.

"Come in, I'll drive you home" Grayson said

"No.. it's OK. I'm taking the tube" I said as I continued my walk

He followed me, with the same speed as mine causing the cars behind honk the horn. He's waving his hand through the window as a sign that it's all because of me.. like seriously, why so annoying. I decided to get in to the car. Found out that he's not wearing uniform, but a black jeans, grey t-shirt, and black glasses. Cool as always.

"Did you skip school?" I said as making a glance

"Yeah I woke up late, ahh I drank too much last night" he said as making clumsy face

"No wonder.." I said

"OK so what do we do? Hmm.. Let's go somewhere" he said, as throwing a smile

"Grayson, I have assignment to finish" I tried to make an excuse

"Come on sweetheart" he said as making puppy face

"No"

"Hey.. I won't bite, you scare?"

"Ok ok where?" I asked, finally giving up to follow him

"We'll be there shortly" he smiled as continued driving

We arrived at small ice cream shop, he lead the way to the seating area in front of the shop. I took a seat, while he walked towards the counter. In few minutes, he brought 2 cups of ice cream.

"This one for you, and this one for me" he said as placing a cup of ice cream for me. He took a seat in front of me. By the color I guessed it's pistachio ice cream. I took my first spoonful, yes it was right.

"Pistachio, my favorite" I said with a happy face

He smiled, leaving a meaningful face. Where's that smirked?

"You knew it, didn't you" I asked

"Yes sweetheart, I saw your Instagram" he said, as he nodded and giggled

"Can you just stop from calling me sweetheart" I argued

"As you wish Princess" he smiled

"That's even worse" I sighed

"Do you want to try mine?" Grayson said as handed his ice cream cup

"Hmmm..." I took a spoonful, trying to figure out the flavor

"It's Irish Whiskey. Sweet and delicate.. like yours" he said as chuckled

"Hey what do you mean?" I said as throwing death glare

"Your lips" he said, his answer made me blush instantly

He smiled. He did not talk a lot, I think he studied me, his eyes were on me like for quiet a while. It made me uncomfortable, but I was so happy with the ice cream.