Holding me with just one arm, he opens his car door and places me inside. Slamming the door behind him, he jogs to the driver’s side of the car. Once seated in his seat, he throws his hat to the backseat over his shoulder. My eyes follow the way his brown locks beam, looking like the sun shining through a glass of whiskey.
Not giving a damn about the crowd staring at us like we’re a funhouse, he holds the steering wheel with one hand. Speeding down the road, he lets out a deep sigh.
My hands are sore. I clench my jaw and wince when I lick my lips. Everything hurts.
I’m too embarrassed to peek a glance at him. From the corner of my eye, I notice the way one hand grips the steering wheel tightly, making his knuckles white. The other is placed on his thigh.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispers into the silence.
No, I really don’t. But I know he won’t let this go until I explain myself.
“Not here,” I say finally.
He glances at me and raises an eyebrow. His wavy brown hair blows in the wind. He nods his head, his top pearly whites biting down on his plump lip. “I know where to go.”
FOURTEEN
LEO
Idrive to the place I know she loves best. I’m not sure why I care so much, but seeing this girl cry is gut-wrenching. To me, she’s like a ball of sunshine. Seeing her with blood at the corner of her lip, her knuckles raw, and her cheeks stained with tears makes me livid. I imagine hurting Bethany one hundred times worse with my words.
Parking my car on the side of the road, I turn and face her. A frown drags down my mouth as she avoids my eyes like the plague. Trinity’s glassy eyes look straight ahead at the winding road.
Unbuckling my seat belt, fumbling with the door handle, I hop out and make my way to her side. Trinity’s eyes crinkle at the sides as she watches me open my glove compartment, which is in front of her, and I find the first aid kit I always leave in there. Pulling out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide, I pour some of the liquid onto a cloth.
Meeting her soft stare, I gesture. “Can I?”
She winces in response. “That’s going to kill.” Trinity eyes the tissue like it’s a tarantula.
“You’re all cut up. This will burn like a bitch, but it will make the redness go down.”
“Bethany had rings on,” she sneers under her breath as she leans her head back against the headrest.
“You totally won the fight,” I point out, trying to lighten the mood.
A small smile lifts her gorgeous lips as her red eyes meet mine. “Just do it quickly.” She presses and shuts her eyes. “Do it fast, like pulling off a Band-Aid.”
Swallowing thickly, I pause at the thought of hurting the girl I “hate.”
“Leo, just do it!” she urges, tapping my leg repeatedly.
I step closer, and her sweet smell takes over every logical thought in my body, sending heat to my groin. “I’m going to place the cloth on your lip now. Please don’t bite me,” I warn.
“You’re killing me,” she groans, pinching her eyebrows together before frowning. “Quickly, Leo!”
“Okay!” I bark back.
I place the white cloth to her lip, and she moves back in shock when the liquid seeps into her bloody cut.
“Ow!” she yells. She grips on to my forearm. “Leo,” she moans in pain when I press harder against her skin.
What the hell is this girl doing to me?Is she moaning my name on purpose, or is she really that oblivious?
My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans. I quickly readjust my hard-on with my other hand when she’s not looking. My jaw tenses. Seeing her sitting in the seat of my car, mouth semi-open, while she squeezes my bicep would obviously stir something within me.
“Are you done?” she breathes out through her nose awkwardly.
Wiping for the last time and lingering slightly to feel her plump lips, I clear my throat. “Done.”
