He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.
He offered, "Wanna get in the back?"
"Sure," you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.
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"You're quiet." Easton took notice of my usual demeanor, recognizing that being quiet or detached wasn't something that I normally was.
"Because I'm in a car with a stranger."
He glanced over, left hand still resting on the steering wheel as his brown eyes met mine for a short second. "Do you kiss strangers?"
"You kissed me."
"You kissed me back."
"I didn't want to be rude." I lied, knowing I liked it. I also knew that my response would irritate him, so I kept my eyes on him.
The passing streetlights illuminated his features, allowing me to analyze and read every reaction that would become visible.
A smile touched his lips as his tongue pressed the side of his mouth. He turned to meet my eye when we stopped at a red light.
"That's why you moaned in my mouth, right?"
I paused, being caught off guard as words weren't able to form in my mouth. Instantly, I broke eye contact with him as I switched my gaze to the windshield, staring straight.
"What?" A teasing smile still playing across his lips. "Is this situation suddenly not funny anymore?"
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