WAIT. Did I just say till we get home???
His head tilted like he just processed my words. "So… you're saying I can….when we get home?" He grinned like a maniac.
"In your dreams," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
"Exactly where you'll be," he said, chuckling as he started the car.
Ugh. Menace. Actual menace.
I tried to distract myself by staring at his hands on the wheel.
Which turned out to be a Huge mistake. The way his veins flexed as he turned it, the sharpness of his jawline from the side, that one stupid white streak of hair falling perfectly across his forehead…
God, he was disgustingly attractive.
"You're thinking about me," he said suddenly, not even a question.
I snapped my gaze forward. "Why would I think about you?"
He smirked without looking away from the road. "I don't know, maybe because of the way you keep staring at me….like you want to devour me?"
