I do a double take at him, not sure we’re only talking about music anymore. I can’t help but focus a little too long on his lips. I feel my face blush so I turn away. He’s growing on me and I don’t like that he frustrates me less and less the more time I spend with him. “Whatever. Play whatever.”
He fidgets with his phone. “I made a driving playlist.” He leans over me to reach into the glove compartment and his elbow touches my knee. I push farther back into my seat. He’s in my personal space again. Ugh. And I can smell him. He smells… really good. Fuck.
He shuffles through a couple pieces of paper before retrieving a list and handing it to me.
He smirks excitedly. He’s like a little kid. I can’t help but be secretly amused by him. I’m not sure how I let it happen, but he may have put a few dents in my crusty, protective shell. I need to be more careful.
I glance at the list just as the first song plays over his Bluetooth. His choices make me want to laugh even though I’ve never heard of some of them.
He turns to face me and sings along with The Cars. I manage to keep a straight face and continue to act annoyed, but somehow I find him charming. He’s not a half-bad singer and strangely, he’s adorable. What’s wrong with me? Why am I letting him get under my skin? I try to think about all the things he does that aggravate me so that I stop almost liking him. At least his singing is more tolerable than his talking.AndI don’t have to respond.
He keeps glancing over and singing to me. I need to do something to make him stop. “I think number fourteen will be my favorite. You know, ‘Shut Up and Drive’?”
He laughs and continues to sing, “Who’s gonna drive you home, tonight?”
I roll my eyes at him, but then I turn my head away and secretly smile.
He sings through the next four songs until we finally pull into the parking garage. Still better than talking, but not when he sang every song tome, word for fricking word. I think he likes making me uncomfortable. I may need to get a second job to pay for those repairs. I miss the quiet of my inner thoughts and my car.
I may get to work faster, but this drive seems longer than before.
