She blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah. I would’ve asked you before, but I figured you wanted a little space.”
She nodded with a shy smile. “You want me to come through?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“They’re not gonna think it’s weird?”
“Ellie, they already think we’re dating. Plus, they love you.”
“Well…” Her mouth pulled into the start of a smile. “I don’t have a show until the day after tomorrow.”
“See? Meant to be.”
Her smile grew. “Okay. I’m in.”
An hour later, Ellie was in my passenger seat, looking like the cutest fucking thing I had ever seen, all decked out in my jersey. The wind tangled her hair as she flicked through my phone, skipping songs like she had a personal vendetta against every single one of them.
After another abrupt skip, I shot her a look. “You know, most people pick a song and stick with it.”
Her eyes stayed glued to the screen. “Most people don’t have to survive your playlists.”
That pulled a laugh out of me.
“Survive?” I shook my head, easing the car around the curve. “Baby, you were singing every word five minutes ago.”
She finally looked over. Her eyes sparkled with a smug tilt of her lips that I could feel in my damn chest.
“Desperate times,” she said. “Your playlists are either me or a man crying about his truck and the girl who dumped him.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
She flicked through another song, and I glanced over, giving her a look.
Her tone went sweet—too sweet. “Eyes on the road, Sawyer.”
I obeyed but not before catching the glint in her eye.
“Good boy.”
Dammit, I already wanted to fuck her again.
Eventually, she finally settled onAnywhere but Hereby Ruby Lynn Hayes. The road stretched out ahead of us, and her foot bounced in time with the beat.
She caught me staring and smirked, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, even though we both knew.
“Like you’re about to pull this truck over and make us late.”
I dragged my gaze back to the road. “Not my fault you look like that.”
She laughed, low and throaty, before kicking her feet up on the dash.
“God, you’re shameless,” she muttered. “We both know you really, really wanted me to wear this.”
“What I really want is to fuck you wearing only that.”
