Living With The Bad Boy

54) He Didn't Lick It, He Bit It

"I swear to god if you trip me, I'm going to push you off the stairs," I threatened Sam. He made me get ready for his 'surprise' and isn't letting go of my poor eyeballs.

"We are on the elevator," he deadpanned, resting his chin on my head and making my brain go crazy. "No one's going to fall."

"But if the elevator floor breaks we can die," I pointed out dramatically, loving the warmth that his body was providing.

"You have a weird imagination," he muttered under his breath. I elbowed him in the ribs and he winced but didn't let go of my eyeballs. "Ow."

"There you go again with the emotionless ow," I teased. "Show some emotion, you literally sound like a robot."

"I'm too hot to be a robot," he huffed. "Do you not see these abs?"

"I can't see anything but your clammy hands," I pointed out.

"Patience princess," he scolded. When the elevator door finally opened, he let me out with his hand covering my eyes and tossed me into a car seat. It's a surprise that my other leg wasn't broken.

"Don't open your eyes," he instructed. When he let go, my first instinct was to open them but he covered my eyes again, tying a scarf around them. "That's what you get for not listening to me."

"You're mean," I pointed out. He simply barked out laughing and started the car, driving away somewhere.

"Princess," he poked my side after a minute of comfortable silence. I yelled and slapped the air.

"What?" I asked him, still tapping the air to find his arm.

"Wanna know where I'm taking you?" he asked. For a second, I thought that he was going to tell me so I eagerly nodded. "Well too bad, I'm not going to tell you."

"Jerk," I muttered under my breath. "Are we getting food?"

"Of course," he scoffed. "McDonald's or Subway?"

"McDonald's," I immediately said, craving a strawberry milkshake. I probably should stop my binging because I really can't do sports for a while but a strawberry milkshake sounds so good compared to a diet.

He chuckled and placed his hand on my knee, gently squeezing it. "Whatever you want princess," he said, gently tracing circles. He moved an inch higher and did the same, making me squirm in my seat. I immediately placed my hand on his so he stopped moving. "What's wrong?"

"You hand," I pointed out, turning a nice shade of tomato. Ah, they must be so jealous right now.

"What about my hand?" he teasingly asked, locking my thumb with his. This guy knows what he's doing.

"It's on my knee," I lamely pointed out. Of course I can't think of anything better than that.

"And," he said, waiting for me to continue. I simply flicked it off and he laughed, resting his hand on my knee again. At least it didn't bother me as much. The tingles that never seemed to go away were still there though.

Finally, he parked the car somewhere and took off my blindfold. We were outside of McDonald's and there wasn't a large line outside. He helped me outside and placed his hand at the small of my back to bring me inside.

"What would you like?" a waitress asked, leaning against the counter. She looked as if she was sound forty years old but the Botox made her face look plastic. Her hair was a light blonde and she had blue eyes, dreamily sighing at Sam. Excuse me, he's mine. Go get your own.

"Two large strawberry milkshakes, one large veggie burger, one large hamburger, one large fries, and one large coke," he ordered for us. It's funny how he knows exactly what I want.