I take my keys out of my shorts and swivel around. “I’mthisclose,” I begin, then emphasize my point by bringing my forefinger and thumb close, “to stabbing my key into your skull, so don’t eventryto test me right now.”
“Gee.” He scratches the side of his jaw. “Talk about anger issues.”
“Funny, especially because I don’t remember turning red in the face when I said no to having sex with you just now. It wasyouwho almost lost it, notme.”
His lips part in surprise. “I did not–”
“Don’t even try to deny it.”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.”
“And I’m a 100% sure youdid.”
He huffs and steps closer. “Look–”
“Stop it.” I realize we’re behaving less like adults and more like confused teenagers. “Just stop,” I say, then sigh and turn around. I unlock my car, get in, and put the key into the ignition before twisting it.
Nothing happens.
I try again, and there’s a weak clicking noise, but then that, too, is gone.
“No,” I breathe. “No, no,no.” This cannotbe happening right now.
A shadow falls over my car’s open window. “Oh, look; the little Princess’s fancy carriage broke down on her,” Gavin muses, then pouts.
I grit my teeth, pull my keys out, and make to shove one of them into his eye, but he quickly grabs my wrist around a chuckle, then kisses the back of my fingers before saying, “Lemme help.”
“Fuck you.”
He winks. “Maybe later – if you’re lucky.”
“You–”
He stops me by leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss on my lips. “Shut the fuck up, Cigs,” he whispers. “For once in your uptight life, just shut up and listen to me.”
I glare at him when he moves back and looks at me, but don’t say anything.
He takes the keys from me and tries starting the car again, but it doesn’t work. After several attempts, he exhales loudly and rests his forearms on the car’s hood. “We’ll need to get it checked.”
I roll my eyes. “No shit, Sherlock.”
He grins. “There’s a garage at the end of the street,” he tells me. “The best one in the entire county.”
I look ahead, as if I’ll be able to see said garage.
“I’m sure you’ve passed by it the couple of times you’ve visited my shop,” Gavin adds.
I shake my head. “I don’t think I’ve paid any attention to it.”
He laughs. “Anyways…”
I glare at him again, which makes him laugh harder.
“I’ll push your car over to the garage,” he says. “We’ll see what they say is wrong with it, and if they wanna keep it in, that’s fine. I’ll bring it over to your place once they’re done fixing it.”
I work my jaw as I glance between him and the steering wheel. I kinda feel like a jerk for saying the shit that I said to him, but I also feel like he deserved some of it, if not all.
I lick my lips and put the car in neutral. “Okay,” I tell him, then meet his gaze. “Thanks for doing this for me.”
