Quite the thrill if you are into roller coasters and like to wear your lunch.
“Can you please slow down?” I ask, eyeing the speedometer.
“You said we’re late.”
“We’ll make it. Don’t worry. Just chill.”
He slows down to a cruising eighty miles per hour, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“How old are you?” I ask.
“How old do you think I am?”
“Well... judging by your behavior...”
He glances at me, his lips drawn into a sexy pout.
“I’d say... You just turned fifteen?”
He chuckles.
“You think you’re cute, huh?”
“Actually, ‘cute’ is not my style,” I say.
“I’m twenty-two,” he murmurs.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You look younger. I mean, now... But you looked older that night...”
My voice trails off.
He glances at me a couple of times, his smile slowly fading.
Sadness glints in his eyes, making them look dull.
Without slowing down, he extends his arm and reaches the back seat.
He grabs his jacket and drags it between us.
“What do you need?” I ask, yanking the jacket out of his hand.
“My cigarettes.”
I slip my hand into the pocket and scoop out the pack and the lighter. I retrieve a cigarette, slide it between my lips, flick the lighter open, and run the flame over the tip.
I take a short drag and exhale.
He gazes at me, his eyes glued to my lips. I lean to his side while he tilts his neck toward me.
I slip the cigarette between his lips, my fingers brushing them in passing.
He shoots his eyes at me. They are intense and stripped of innocence, and I back off swiftly, sexual tension growing in my core.
I bring my knees together and pull away from him.