She grabs the blanket I keep in here for her and lays it over her legs. “Perfect, but can we stop for coffee first?”
A laugh leaves me, and I shake my head and lick my lips. “You sure you want to come?”
“Dead-ass.”
“Did you… Have you…”
“Did I, have I…what?” Her eyes narrow slightly.
Talked to Alister?
Obviously, she hasn’t. She definitely wouldn’t be here with me if she had.
Would she?
I bite my damn tongue and decide not to tell her. She’ll find out soon enough anyway. “You don’t even have a bag.”
“Please.” She smirks, this time kicking her feet up on the dash. “I don’t need a bag to go home. I got my phone, which has Apple Pay, and if by some strange coincidence my parents are gone the one weekend I come home, then I’ll just borrow something of yours. Wouldn’t be the first time I wore one of your shirts as a dress.”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
See? Just doing things we’ve been doing for years. All’s good.
She lifts her chin in triumph, tugging on the string of her hoodie.
My eyes fall to her chest. Correction,my hoodie.You know, the one that’s resting against spiky-tipped barbells pierced through her perfectly plump nipples and that has my name and number all over it.
All over her.
She’s officially allowed to keep it. In fact, I insist.
Oh no.
I shift in my seat.
Thank God I’m wearing fucking jeans.
I hold her gaze. “You really want to go home with me?”
“Sure, Lancaster, I guess I’ll go with you. You don’t have to beg.”
My grin grows, and she gives me a playful little glare.
“But only if you get me coffee first.”
A laugh leaves me, and I pull away from the curb.
“One Caramel Cookie Crumble with extra cookie and extra crumble coming right up.”
She smiles and faces forward.
Ten minutes later, when we get into the drive-through line at the coffee shop, she scoots into the middle, and that’s where she stays for the entire drive home.
My heart gives a little thump, like a fist bump from it to me, as a sense of rightness falls over me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Cameron