I raise a brow at him. “What are you saying?”
“We’re going to be stuck in traffic for a while and if you haven’t noticed, we’ve barely moved.”
“Your point?”
Tyler grins as he leans back in his seat. “I’m saying, let’s trade. I’ll share something about me, and you share something about you. It’ll make this traffic jam fun.”
“Okay, but if you ask me something, or vice versa, that neither of us wants to answer?”
“Then you call the safe word.”
“Which is?”
“Tapioca.”
Tyler smirks at me and I know my cheeks failed me and are on Tyler’s side, since I feel them get heated. I turn my head to the window to hide my blushing face, “You first.”
Tyler chuckles and clears his throat. “Favorite food?”
“Pizza.” I turn back to him for my turn. “Yours?”
Tyler’s gaze falls to the road as we’re able to move up a few more inches, and progress. “Same but specifically from Rocky’s. Meat lover’s pizza is the best.”
“I agree!” I exclaim, hands up in the air. “Alli loves ordering their supreme pizza. But I love a good meat pizza, so I end up picking off the pieces I don’t like. She calls me psycho.”
“I wouldn’t say that’s psycho, butdefinitelya red flag.”
“Whatever.” I slap his arm gently which makes Tyler hold his arm as if I actually hurt him. I think about what to ask next. “Favorite book?”
“I haven’t read in a while, but I liked The Hunger Games.”
“Impressive.” I quip. “You did say you bake wonderful chocolate chip cookies, must be your inner Peeta Mellark.”
“Don’t worry. I’m still planning on making you a batch.”
My mouth parts at his offer. The universe is making it extremely hard for me to keep him in the friend zone. If he keeps offering me cookies and a ride home, the barrier that I constructed will break.
Tyler’s eyes are back on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other tucked into his chin. His jawline is wicked sharp as he’s slowly inching through traffic.
I shouldn’t be thinking he’s hot right now, but damn, he looks so good. The way his dark hair falls across his forehead does unimaginable things to my brain. It’s like every strand is perfectly placed and I want to run my hand through it so bad.
I continue, “The Summer of Broken Rules is a good read.”
Tyler shifts his eyes at me before turning it back to the road. “I’ll have to check it out sometime.” He starts tapping his fingers on the wheel, “Tell me about a dream you have or a goal, whichever.”
Well, that got deep.
I let out a big breath. “It’s silly.”
“I won’t judge,” he peers over at me, “we pinky promised.”
“Okay,” I start picking at my hair tie again. “I haven’t really lived my life. So, I just want to live, truly and honestly.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s complicated.”
“We have time.” He gestures to the front where we’re still very far from our exit.
