“I thought you were using “I” in the general sense of you organized it,” I said.
“Pickin’ up on that.”
I took his face in my hands. “You fixed my car.”
“I fixed your car.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can I get off your lap now?” I asked.
“In a minute.”
I didn’t say anything, but I liked that answer. I liked where I was. He made me feel protected.
“You asked me a question before,” he said.
“Which one?” My face heated.
“My use of language.”
“The thug comment?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that one.”
“I’m sorry. That was rude.”
“Would you like me to answer it?” he asked.
I shrugged. “If you want to.”
“We’re gettin’ to know each other, right?”
I nodded. “Can I get off your lap now?”
He shook his head and my heart raced. He was delicious.
“Can I at least have my wine, then?” I asked. He grinned, gripping me tighter as he leaned forward and lifted the wine glass off the table, handing it to me. I smiled. “Thank you.”
Austin kissed me again and I smiled against his lips. “We’re getting sidetracked.”
He nodded. “I like getting sidetracked with you.”
I blushed again.
“Anyway, I’m a genius,” he said.
“Huh?” I choked on my sip of wine and coughed to clear my throat. Austin rubbed my back until I was able to catch my breath. “That’s the last thing I thought I’d hear out of your mouth.”
He chuckled. “Picked up on that.”
“Are you really a genius?”
“I’m really a genius. My IQ’s one-seventy-one.”
“Shut up.” I stared at him for a second, hoping to see if he might flinch revealing a lie. He didn’t. “If you’re a genius, how is it you’re a part of a gang?”
