And I watch on, my cocky smirk lingering, but as she grabs her jacket and her bag, I realize she’s actually leaving, and I jump into action because no way is she getting away that easily.
I’m tugging my sweatshirt down over my head as I push through the doors in time to see Hannah storming up the sidewalk.
“Baby Draper, wait up!”
She ignores me of course, so I decide to chase after her.
“Stop. Let me give you a ride,” I say, gently placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her.
She shrugs out of my reach, glaring at me. “Yeah, because that worked outsowell last night…”
I blink at her, confused. Is she being sarcastic? Last night was fucking phenomenal.
“I mean, if two orgasms arewrong, then I don’t wanna be right,” I say with a smug grin.
She rolls her eyes. “There is no conceivable way that I am getting in your stupid truck again.”
I go to argue, but then, as if the weather gods are on my side, the heavy clouds that have been looming all day suddenly break, and it’s raining. Hard.
“Déjà vu.” I flash her a conspiratorial wink.
“Fuck’s sake,” Hannah mutters, following me as I jog across the street to my truck.
“You can just drop me off,” Hannah says as we turn onto her street.
“Yeah, I’m not gonna do that,” I say under my breath with a snort, pulling into the first parking spot I can find.
When I shut off the engine, I look at her to find her glaring at me.
“What?” I shrug. “I’m a gentleman.”
She laughs. Loudly.
I deadpan. “What? I can be a gentleman... sometimes.”
Laughter subsiding, Hannah wipes at the corner of her eye. “No. You really can’t.”
I balk. “I amoffended.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not.” I sigh, snaking my arm around over the back of her seat and leaning in. “But just let me walk you up so we can kiss.”
“No.”
“Okay, well then let me up to see Toast Malone. We bonded last night. We’re, like, bros. I miss him.”
Hannah purses her lips, arching a brow, her pretty blue eyes bouncing between mine. “Happy, last night can’t happen again.”
“Why not?”
She looks at me like I’m insane.
I scoff. “Seriously, why?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but I interject.
“You’re single. I’m single.”
