chapter one hundred and twenty eight

Tyler POV

"Davi and Olivia are already asleep. At least try to talk to her," I say as I leave.

"Goodbye, Tyler. Have fun, okay?" Justin said, slamming the door in our faces.

"They're already quite grown up," Emily comments.

"But Justin is slow, and everyone knows it," I chuckle to myself. "Let's go already!"

She gets into the car, a little sulky because she wanted to drive, but I didn't let her. It was funny how beautiful she looked when she was angry, her wine-colored dress with a beautiful neckline that accentuated her curves, and her breasts almost bursting out of the dress. I bit my lower lip, holding back from grabbing her right then and there.

"If you run a red light, I'll get out of the car and go back home," Emily grumbled, crossing her arms.

"No stress, my love," I said, smiling.

I drove for twenty minutes until we reached the restaurant. If I had skipped that bunch of lights, it would have been faster, but I really wanted nothing to come between us tonight. We arrived at the