Resting my hand on his thigh, I lean across him and shout my order.
His muscles tense under my touch, and when I look at him before moving back, his jaw is locked tight as he stares at me.
“What?”
He doesn’t do anything, just stares. His green eyes are so dark they’re almost black. His chest heaves and his fingers curl into fists on his lap. I also can’t miss the fact that he’s hard, so fucking hard beneath the fabric of his jeans.
Slowly, I drag my eyes away from the giant bulge in his jeans and meet his intense stare once more.
“You know, if the situation were different, I might have been willing to lean over the console and blow you right now. But after the last few days, I think I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.”
His lips part to bark back a cutting remark, I’m sure, but a horn honking behind us cuts it off and instead, he looks forward once more and pulls toward the window to pay.
“Don’t eat it yet,” is the next thing he says as he passes the bag of food toward me.
“I thought you were going to let me stink your car out.”
“It’s in here, isn’t it?”
“Jesus. Anal-retentive much?” I mutter, enjoying the way his grip tightens in annoyance on the wheel.
“Just do as you’re told for once.”
“Not that it really matters. You’d steamroll over me and get what you want anyway.”
A knowing smirk twitches at his lips.
Arsehole.
“This had better be quick. I’m starving.”
“Trust me,” he says.
“Sure, I’ll get right to that,” I snap, folding my arms over my chest while the food on my lap warms my thighs.
He only drives for a few minutes before he pulls up in a deserted car park.
“Where are we?” I ask, unable to see anything but the darkness that surrounds us.
“Somewhere no one else is.”
“Are you always such a smart-arse?”
“You love it.”
“Oh yeah, can’t get enough. Can I eat now?”
“Sure. Go for it.”
Opening the bag on my lap, I ignore the food for now and instead grab one of the straws.
Ripping off the top of the wrapper, I put the exposed straw to my lips and blow, hitting Theo right between the eyes with the paper wrapper.
I can’t help but laugh like a child.
“Really?” he mutters, although I don’t miss the smallest dimple emerging in his cheek as he tries to keep a straight face.
Shrugging, I stab the straw into my drink cup before wrapping my lips around it and sucking, keeping eye contact with Theo the entire time.