Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 17

George POV

Fixing the last strands of hair with gel that seem to not be cooperating to my liking, I sigh, and question why I'm even trying so hard to look half decent knowing this is the last thing I should be doing.

It's quarter after nine, and I feel butterflies swarm my stomach as I consistently check my phone for the notification that he has arrived, tapping my fingers impatiently against the cool bathroom counter.

He was suppose to be here at nine, but of course is running late as per usual, making our evening run later than it should considering we have to be up for trial the next morning.

I don't even know why I had let him convince me of doing this, especially since this is not the first invitation I have gotten to go for a night out drinking with a client, even if it was just one drink to cool down and after a long day, I would always decline.

And I know I should, it being the right and responsible thing to do, however every time I'm with him he makes me want to do the exact opposite of that, and some dark part of me finds it alluring.

After another five minutes of staring at the reflection in my mirror, dissecting every last detail about my appearance, my phone chimes making my heart beat impossibly faster. I decide to finally leave the washroom, closing the lights and pocketing my phone after reading the 'I'm here' text, deciding to take my sweet time before leaving giving he was late in the first place.

I also take the time to try calming my nerves, not knowing what to expect out of tonight but definitely not seeking to get drunk or anything close to it. I usually tend to carry one drink around the whole night, taking small sips of it to blend into the crowd of drunks and not have them asking me why my hands are empty, proceeding to find an excuse for themselves to get another drink while acting like it's really just because they want to make sure I get another.

But I know Dream has slightly different plans than my own, seeing as he would not take me driving myself as an option, insisting that he come pick me up.

I finally slip my shoes on, turning off the remaining lights and grabbing the helmet from my closet he gave to me before leaving yesterday, explaining that no one else uses it so I should just keep it with me so he doesn't have to lug two helmets around all the time.

Opening the front door, I am blinded by the bright light from his motorcycle, turning to lock it behind me before walking down my driveway towards him, trying to cover my eyes with the back of my hand as I approach to get some sort of sight of where I am walking.

I reach the bike, squinting a little until I walk to the side of it, being met with Dream sitting with his helmet on, a whiff of sweet cologne infiltrating my scent as I get close enough.

"Took you long enough" Are the first words I utter his way, going to put my helmet on so he can no longer read my facial expressions.

"You made me wait anyways" he replies in a low tone that already has me swooning and the night has just begun.

"It's called payback"

"Whatever, get on princess" he nods his head towards the back of the bike.

I heat up at the pet name, thankful once again for my skillful thinking in having put on the helmet already, "Don't call me that" I splutter, taken aback.

I wish I could see the look on his face right now, but part of me can already picture that dumb cocky but somewhat attractive smirk he loves to wear, making me slightly weak in the knees for no apparent reason.

"Can I drive" I ask, the words leaving my mouth before really realizing the question.

He laughs lowly like it was some insane joke I had just told, "just get on already" he demands, not giving me the time of day.