Page 53 of Limbo

“It’s the least I could do, considering their level of devotion.”

“None?” His eyes return to mine. “Just guessing.”

I nod. “What gave it away?”

“The heavy sarcasm.”

“Damn, I should work on that then.”

We stop moving.

“Shit,” he says. “Don’t look.” His hand shoots over and covers my eyes.

What the fuck?

Some of those reasons for not getting in the car definitely involved abduction, and the concerns return full force. Panicked, I grab on to his arm to pull his hand away, but he holds firm.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Just give me a sec.”

The grip on him proves useful to secure me in my seat when the car speeds backward without warning. It brakes hard and then jerks us forward again. When his hand lowers, we are in the exact spot as before but once more crawling toward Trey’s truck.

I laugh and relax, releasing my hold on him. He smiles, and his fingertips graze over the back of my hand before returning to the steering wheel. It sends a shiver trailing the entire length of my arm. I shift, uneasy at how a simple touch affects me. Just like his voice. And that fucking dimple.

“You really plan on making me work for a name, huh?” he says.

I shrug. “I don’t remember you offering yours either.”

Watching me again, he licks his lips. “Same guy from the other day?”

“What?”

His head tips toward Trey’s truck not very far ahead. “Same guy?”

“Yeah.” Then I add, “He’s my cousin.”

Why I want to clarify the relationship bothers me since mentioning Pete seems far less important.

The car stops in front of Kevin’s house, and he puts it in park. “Stay there.” He hops out and runs around the car to open my door. “Now you may go.”

“You’re very demanding,” I say, climbing out.

We stand face-to-face for the first time. He’s a few inches taller than me, wearing a gray tank top that clings to his body, and his black sweatpants hang low off his hips.

“Only when I know what I want,” he says.

A motion light kicks on across the street, revealing golden-brown eyes. The way they draw me in leaves me unable to move until they lower to my mouth.

“Thanks for the ride.”

I start walking away, but an arm snakes around my waist and pulls me in the opposite direction. Then he’s in front of me, stepping toward me until his warm body pushes me back against the cold metal of the car. I suck in a breath when the heel of his hand presses into my hip to keep me in place.

“Tell me your name,” he demands, our faces less than an inch apart.

“I have a Pete. I mean…” I close my eyes to break the stare and try again. “I have a boyfriend.”

His cheek brushes against mine as he brings his lips to my ear. “Still not your name.”

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