“Flash with the cash, too,” I quip, sliding into the passenger seat of his car.
I’m soaked, and his car isfreezing.
It’s got take-out leaflets crammed down the side of the doors, boxes of food cartons and drink cans littering the floor. Checking out the back seat, I find his hoodie crumpled up beside a pile of books, and then my attention is back on the driver.
He’s exquisite to look at, and I’ve just had sex with him. I know what he looks like when he cums, and he said things to me I'll never forget.
“Burgers.”
Crane winks at me, and nods for me to get my seatbelt on.
“I’m serious though, I need about three burgers after that,” I announce, and Crane smiles, heading towards Truckers, our favourite burger joint. It’s a cute, traditional place where you park outside, grab a booth, and order your burger exactly as you want it.
“You won’t need three burgers at Truckers. Get a Fully Loaded.”
“That’s a good call, actually. What are you getting?”
“Whatever grabs my attention.”
Is he flirting with me?
He’s focusing on parking, and when he turns to reverse into a spot, I’m lost in his jawline and cheekbones again. Crane glances at me, putting me on the spot.
“What?”
“I’m just checking you out,” I admit, sinking my teeth into my lip. “I’m allowed, right? That’s not against the rules?”
Crane chuckles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Who said there were rules?”
“You.”
Crane stares at me, shaking his head. His eyes are clouding over again, and I reach out to touch his cheek.
“No, I said this was a one-night thing.”
Hearing him say that after the amazing sex we just had makes me pissed.
I go to get out of the car when he stops me, his hand on my arm.
“It’s not because ofyou, okay? I meant what I said—you’re a goddess. You deserve the world. I’m just not the guy to give it to you.”
I slump back into the chair, fighting the urge to grab him and kiss him again, when he ruffles my hair.
“Come on, let’s eat. I'm starving.”
I want to ask himwhyhe’s not the guy to give it to me, but it could be just-fucked bliss that’s making me all wife-like.
I don’t want a relationship anyway—and certainly not with someone who has the ability to fuck me and walk away.
But he’s always been transparent, and I don’t have the right to complain. Just because I want to slide my hand into his as we walk into the burger joint, pull him close to me, andownhis presence, doesn’t mean I can.
But something has changed.
There’s an electric current between us that’s threatening to explode if we move too far away from one another, and it’s unnerving.
He leads the way to a booth, nodding at some guys he knows on the way.
