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It wasn't long before he was back in my car.
I watched him walk the last few steps through the rain, moving as if the water didn't bother him at all.
It probably didn't.
He pulled the passenger door open with such force it frightened me, but for only a second. The muscles along his arm rippled corresponding his motions—that was nothing new. But what I did notice was the slimness of his waist, slimmer than I remembered.
Were the lights playing tricks on my eyes?
"I'm driving."
His eyes were gray in the light coming through the rain-pattered windows.
A brilliant shade of silver..
"W-what?"
I could barely process the words out of his mouth, I was shaking so much.
"I said," he chuckled, "I'm driving, so get your hot ass out of the seat."
Oddly enough, the order, let alone the...compliment, didn't bother me.
Without argument, without resentment or resistance, I gave in.
I began to open the driver's side a crack, still wiping tears from my eyes, but he reached across and shut it with a slam.
"Hell no. You're already soaked, Ana."
His hand...on top of mine.
"B-but you said--"
His face broke into a full smile, and time stopped for a split second as I watched the rise and fall of his cheekbones.
Staying away from you...
My eyes dropped to the freckle on the very edge of his nose.
...is impossible.
"Just crawl over me...here."
In a series of awkward gestures, he shifted me onto his lap and then maneuvered into the driver's seat, leaving me behind on the passenger's side. In the process, his hands brushed across my stomach, but if the motion affected him, he didn't show it.
"Where are we going?"
There was no indication of pain or humor in his voice.
"Your place."
"But...what about your car?"
At this, he looked me dead in the eyes, a soft smile creeping up half his face. He reached out and cupped my chin, then spoke.
"Baby, if you think I'm worried about my car right now,"
he dropped his voice to a whisper,
"then you don't know a single thing about me."
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