Temptation 2: Forgiving You ✔️

32: just friends..yeah.

"Oh your pretty friend, Marissa. She told me you'd be here." He says.

"What? Since when have you been speaking to Mari?" I ask. This is very much news to me.

"She's been keeping me updated since you were in your coma. After you got out we stopped speaking."

"Uh huh.." I say.

"Look I needed to see you. I know you probably think I wouldn't really be able to be around you given you practically ripped my heart from my chest on my front porch—"

"You did that to me first." I say cutting him off.

He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, "Fair enough. But, I need to prove to you that I can handle this friend thing." He sounds determined, confident actually.

This is all a little confusing. He's never wanted to be my friend. He's always wanted more. "What's the catch?" I ask him, just out of curiosity.

"Hm, well there really isn't one. The only thing I honestly want is to hangout with you.." his head lowers a little as well as his tone.

"I missed out on so much time with you. We've spent our moments arguing, having sex out of anger,"

I look down as those words come from his mouth.

"Sorry," He says before clearing his throat, "Look I just want you to see the good side of me too you know. You probably think you know me, but you don't, not completely at least."

Maybe this could work. Maybe there could be some potential in this friendship. I guess I could take all the moments I can, getting to know him despite not knowing him at all sometimes.

"And if we do, what exactly are your plans to prove to me that there's more to this bad boy druggie standing in front of me." I say jokingly.

A smirk shows on his face and he grabs my bag from my shoulder, "I don't assume you're the car kind of girl are you?"

"Not particularly but I now officially can say I'm open to whatever experience you have in store."

His smile on his face only grows As he tries to hide it by licking his lips. "Good, you and I are gonna spend the entire day together so I hope you don't have any plans."

"Well-"

He grabs my hand and guides me to matte black sports car. I am not a car girl at all so I wouldn't even know what kind of vehicle it is. I look down at his hand constantly as it's wrapped with mine and a light smile shows on my face before he opens the car door for me.

"He's got manners." I say to myself.

As he gets into the car he lowers his eyebrows at me, "You open the door for her and she automatically assumes I'm a bit of a gentlemen, fun." He says sarcastically.

I laugh a little bit, "Slow your role. I said you had manners. You're far from a gentleman."

"Slow your role." He says mocking me. "What is that some sort of American saying?" He asks me before pulling off, "Oh and put your seatbelt on. You're in a sports car, not a station wagon."