A is for... Automatic

A is for... Automatic

'It's red!'

'Very observant.'

'Can we go for a drive?'

'I was hoping you'd say that.'

The engine roared as Arnav accelerated out of the gates and onto the long road that connected their house to the rest of Delhi.

Khushi examined the smooth leather interiors carefully for faults in case her usually shrewd husband had been extorted by a cunning salesman.

'Notice anything?'

Khushi felt his hand land on her knee, heavy and warm through the fabric and she looked up at him in surprise.

'It's automatic!'

'Very observant,' Arnav replied huskily as he began to caress her thigh.