“I’m going to.”
“You’re annoying.”
“So you’ve said.”
I walk back over to my house, grabbing my keys while convincing myself he’s not actually going to follow me to Lily’s. But when I come out, he’s already in his car, and when I pull out of my driveway he’s right behind me.
I hardly pay attention to the road; I’m so focused on him, and wondering why he would do something nice for me. It’s unlike him and makes me feel like there’s a catch. I’m just worried about what that may be. Or maybe he’s just nice…no way.
The drive to Lily’s isn’t a long one, and she’s standing outside leaning against her front door. She waves at me as I pull up, then looks at Wes when he parks, cocking her head to the side with a smirk aimed in my direction.
“What’s he doing here?” she asks as I step out of my car.
“He’s going to look at your car.” I shrug. “I told him not to worry about it today, but he insisted.”
She grins. “Probably wanted some time with you.”
I roll my eyes just as Wes walks up.
“What’s the problem?” he asks, and while his gruff voice makes him seem rude, Lily doesn’t seem fazed.
“It won’t turn on,” she answers simply.
“Keys?” he grunts out and I narrow my eyes at him. He could at leasttryto be personable. It’s not like I forced him to come here and yet he’s acting like he’s being held against his will.
Lily hands over her keys, and I hold back my chuckle at seeing the giant man with arms that look like they could lift the car in question holding keys with a bright pink puff ball on them.
Wes immediately opens the door, and pops thehood like he’s a professional and I can’t deny that it’s hot to watch, but I’m trying to manage my facial expressions. And my body’s reaction.
Lily bumps into me as Wes leans over and out of our view.
“He’s hot,” she murmurs.
“He’s a dick.”
“The hot ones usually are.”
“I can’t stand him.”
“We love a good hate fuck.”
“I wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole.”Again.
“Well he would, and I bet he knows his way around the clit.”
I choke on my own spit, also pretty sure she said that loud enough that Wes heard her, but he doesn’t react as far as I can tell.
“I think I know what your issue is,” Wes calls out and I jump at the sound of his voice. “Pretty sure it’s just your battery, but you may have a starter issue as well.”
“Great, so that’s going to cost me a bunch of money I assume,” Lily complains.
“If you get a battery, I’ll install it for you.”
“That’s nice of you.” Lily looks at me for some reason.
“Yeah, super nice.” I roll my eyes, still feeling like there’s some sort of catch here.
“I’m done with this, let’s go party.” Lily bounces toward my car, and I don’t have a chance to tell her I don’t think it’s the type of party she’s probably used to. At least from the stories I’ve heard.
