𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛

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"Hey I liked that song!" I reach for the radio station to change back to the previous song but Tommy nudges my hand away.

"I'm driving which means I choose the song." He says and I narrow my eyes at him because that makes no sense at all.

"I have no problem with driving at all you were the one who insisted on driving."

"Yeah so I could be in charge of the music, your taste is horrendous." He says with a smirk and I scoff.

That's complete bullshit he always liked my taste in music in high school and it didn't change at all.

I let myself fall in the seat and cross my arms in front of me while I try not to deck him in the face.

We've been driving for half an hour and he didn't let me choose one song. One fucking song!

I wanted to drive in separate cars because Dad left his at the mansion so I could use it but Tommy wasn't having it.

It's like his life mission is to get on my nerves and say the complete opposite of what I want. I feel like I'm talking to a twelve year old half of the time.

I decide to stay quiet because it won't do me any good to go against so I listen to the soft sounds of Kamikaze flood through the car.

Tommy said the winery was out on the lands and it was taken over by Lorenzo's son last year because his dad passed away.
I still know Lorenzo from when I was young but I never knew he had a son that was in our age group.

I try to mentally prepare myself for the upcoming challenge because it seems like the combination of alcohol and Tommy at the same isn't doing me any good.

I need to keep it together and when he keeps up the good act, I think I can handle it.
I just have to ignore the familiar flame  inside of me that reacts at every word or touch of him.
It's normal that I still feel like this because of the time I spend with him in my childhood. Or that's what I'm telling myself.

I mean I had a crush on him for seven years that just doesn't go away without leaving something behind.
Doesn't mean I have feelings for him now.

Not after what he'd done.

I sigh and turn my view outside watching the passing trees in front of me when my phone vibrates with a new message.

I feel Tommy's eyes on me but I ignore them when I pull out my phone and open the surprising message of Ian.

Oh.my.god.

I just now see the messages I sent him two nights ago and my cheeks heat up in embarrassment when I see that I wrote him with even errors in the sentence.

"Dear god.."

"What?" Tommy asks at my mumbled words but I ignore him when I focus on Ian's message.

Did the princess survive?
My brother says you're going to a wine tasting today.

I furrow my brows that he knows this when Tommy just knew it since this morning.

Still debating if I'm alive or dead. Did Thomas tell you that?

I type in the message while Tommy's leg shifts uncomfortably and I look at him.
One hand of his is on the wheel, the other griping the shift for the gears that's right beside my thigh.

If he would move his hand just a bit to the right he could-stop.

"Everything alright?" He asks me glancing at me and I nod.

"Yup. It's just your brother." I say while I read his next message.

He won't shut up about you.
I thought maybe I could slip you an invitation for dinner tomorrow night, at my apartment?