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“A drive?” she asks skeptically.
“Yep.”
“Okay,” she says after a second. “I can do that.”
“Great.” I waste no more time. I grab my keys from my nightstand and rush out of the door. “Where do you live?” I ask her. “I’ll come pick you up.”
“Over on Lincoln Road,” she says, her voice muffled and sounding far away.
My brows furrow. “What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
I groan at the image of her undressing. Jesus, I need to control myself. I don’t want to show up with a hard-on and scare her away. “Okay, I’m going to hang up. See you in ten.”
8
Smoke and mirrors
Grayson
Ten minutes later, I’m outside her apartment.
I pull out a cigarette while I text her, letting her know I’m here. When she walks out, I freeze. God damn, I forgot how pretty she is. Her cheeks are pink as she smiles at me, walking closer to my car. I smirk at her, letting my eyes scan down her body. I smile, a small laugh escaping my lips. How does she always look this good?
“What?” she asks, frowning a little. “Should I go change?”
I stop laughing, wiping my mouth with my hand, composing myself. I don’t want to make her feel like I’m laughing at her. I’m definitely not. I’m laughing at myself. I’m an idiot, turning her down. “No,” I say, bringing the cigarette to my lips and taking one last smoke before I throw it out the window. My eyes lift to hers. “You look gorgeous,” I say, because why the fuck not. It’s true.
I’m glad I do. Her eyes light up at the compliment, her lips raising in a cute little smile.
She takes a step closer to me. “Nice car,” she says, trying to avoid meeting my eyes, but I already saw her not so subtly checking me out.
I nod, grinning at her. It is a nice car. “Do you know anything about cars?” I ask, lifting a brow.
She shrugs. “Not really, just looks nice. Suits you,” she says.
I smirk at her answer. “It’s an SRT Demon,” I tell her, knowing it will mean nothing to her, but I’m proud of this car.
She snorts. “How fitting.”
I laugh, running a hand through my hair. “Get in, angel.”
She makes her way around, getting inside my car. I look to my left and see her sitting in the seat. I like her there. She looks fucking beautiful in a blue dress covered with a denim jacket; her legs are out and smooth. I glance at them again, seeing her pale skin get a little red. It’s pretty cold out, and when I asked her to come with me for a drive, I expected her to wear some sneakers and a sweater or at least some pants, but I’m starting to think this girl doesn’t even own a pair of pants.
She looks gorgeous, though. Her blonde hair flowed in the wind, half pinned up with a blue clip to match her dress. She still looks like an angel without the signature white.
I turn on the radio as I pull onto the road, letting the music fill the car. She taps her foot to my music, making me smile at the sight. Jesus fuck, I’ve become a sappy shit around her. I can’t help it, though. Seeing her in my car with me makes me twitch.
Every time I see her, I get more and more confused. What’s her story? Why does she think she needs to be like every other girl in here when she’s the complete opposite? That’s what I like about her.
I raise the volume, letting the music fill the car, and she turns to face me. My eyes meet hers, and she smiles at me. I grip the steering wheel firmly, wanting a hold on my emotions. That smile is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s intoxicating.
I rip my eyes away from hers and focus on the road.
“Where are we going?” she asks me.
“For a drive,” I reply.
