Sunday Buddy
As Carter drove them to church, at intervals, he would glance at Ivy and smile each time she met his gaze.
"Is there something on my face? This is like the fifth time you're doing that," Ivy said when she caught him looking at her again.
"Doing what?" He asked innocently.
"Stealing glances at me," Ivy said dryly.
"You can't call it stealing since I'm being obvious. I'm staring at you," He said unashamedly.
"So, why are you doing that? Do I have something weird on my face?" She asked with a slightly raised brow.
"There is nothing weird on your face. Everything is just so beautiful and perfect. Maybe that's why I can't help staring," He said, and Ivy turned her face away when she felt a blush creep up her face.
"Thanks. You look good, too, but you don't see me staring," She said, and Carter chuckled.
"If I looked anything like you, I promise you would stare, too," Carter said as he pulled into the church premises, and Ivy smiled.