Passenger Princess

by Morgan Elizabeth

love when guys are kind of mean to me. Probably some deep-seated daddy issue, you kn⁠—” He cuts me off with a deep kiss that takes the breath from my lungs and ends much, much too quickly before he stands up and puts a hand out to me. “All right, come on, Princess. We gotta get on the road.” I grab his hand, letting him pull me up to him. “Can we get coffee on the way?” I ask with a sweet smile. He sighs. “We’re cutting it close, Ava.” “I’m begging you,” I say, clasping my hands together. “I would give you my firstborn child if you take me to get an iced coffee so I don’t have to sit in a room with fifty shrieking pageant queens uncaffeinated.” The edges of his lips tug up in a small smile before he crosses his arms on his chest. “It’s already mine.” My brows furrow before a frown follows suit in confusion. “What?” “Your firstborn. It’s already mine, Ava, whether I get you coffee or not.” His hand moves, brushing beneath my chin and tipping it up. “And your second, if you want one of those.”