Fix Me

chapter thirty three

"Am I gonna have to brace myself for this car ride? Last time you drove I was on edge the entire time"

I can hear Masons smirk without having to look at him.

"I'm gonna go ahead and take offense to that" I roll my eyes as my seatbelt clicks in.

Louis hops in the backseat and shuts the door behind him putting on his seatbelt as well.

It's Thursday afternoon and Mason just got discharged from the hospital after six days of being there since the surgery. I came after my class to pick up him and Louis since he can't drive and Louis obviously doesn't have a car down here. I'm just dropping them off at his apartment before I have to leave and go to therapy.

Yeah, not really looking forward to it.

"I'd feel more comfortable if you had two hands on the wheel" Mason snickers as I turn out of the parking lot only using one hand to do so as my other arm rests on the ridge of the window next to me.

"Be a passenger and stop bothering me" I quip glancing over at his smug face before looking back at the road.

"I'm just joking baby" he lets out in a silky voice before snaking his hand in between my thighs and resting it there.

This is gonna be a long hour and a half drive.

"Don't let him get under you, he's a control freak when it comes to being behind the wheel. You know as well as I do darling" Louis speaks up from the back.

Indeed I do.

Mason has eased up a lot on his controlling manners, but if it's one thing that hasn't changed is his need to have this control behind the steering wheel. He never lets anyone else drive if he can help it. I was lucky that he let me drive his car that one time after the dinner with my family. Even now whenever we take my car somewhere, he drives it.

I'm not sure why he has the need to be in control of every car he's in, but for as long as I've known him he's been like that.

Not only does he need the control but when he's driving he has the control. Not because he is literally controlling the car, but more so in the way he drives it. The way he sits in his seat, how relaxed his face is when steering, how he always knows exactly when to step on the gas, exactly when to ease up on it. He's always been precise, crisp, and intuitive when it came to driving. It's one of the many things about him that fascinates me.

It's why I'm always staring at him whenever he sits in the drivers seat.

I can't help it. Whenever he sits there he just exudes confidence yet relaxation. It's such an interesting sight. He's always so composed behind the wheel.

Me on the other hand...

"Jesus Vanessa" Masons mumbles, his hand tensing on my thigh and he grabs onto the handle that is next to his head on the roof of the car as I slightly run over the curb.

"Oops" I chuckle making Louis laugh in the back.

I didn't pass on the first try. For more reasons then my slight fear of cars at the time.

Mason takes a deep breath before releasing the handle above his head.

"Relax, I'm a great driver" I coax pulling onto the street.

"Should've saw him when he was teaching me how to drive down here" Louis chuckles. "Wanker was a total wreck. After the first time it took him two weeks to help me again"

"Didn't you guys race cars though? I thought you said you had been working with Stan for a few months before Mason?" I ask slightly furrowing my eyebrows.