CARA’S P.O.V “So, are you going to tell me where we are going?” I asked Xander, getting into his sports car. “Cara, do you remember that night, when you got drunk with wine and said that you would follow me anywhere I go?” he asked, turning the key, his engine roared. “Yes, I remember,” I said. “but I was drunk then…remember?” I questioned him smartly. “Oh, so does that mean that you don’t love me that much?” he said, making a sad face as we rolled out of the long, curvy driveway. “So, you won’t tell me?” I asked again. “Hmmm, it’s quite obvious now. Isn’t it?” he said, more to himself than to me. The expression on his face was as if he made a discovery but still trying to figure out if his discovery is correct with his creased eyebrows. “What is?” I asked, curious to know what he is going on about. “That you, my dear Cara has never been surprised before,” he said, his tone playful but his eyebrows still creased. “What makes you say that?” I asked, amusement danced on my lip
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