When he finally slows down, I realize I'm half-hunched over, breathing like I just escaped a hostage situation.
My hand is shaking. My soul left the car. He glances at me. Smirks. "Relax. That was nothing."
My mouth hangs open. "NOTHING? You psycho! Do you have a brain injury or something?!"
He just shrugs. "Chill. You're just boring."
"Sorry for valuing my life?!" I snap. "Not all of us have a death fetish!"
He grins wider. "The only thing I'm hearing is: I'm boring, I love books, I probably eat paper for breakfast, I'm a little academic caterpillar."
I just stare at him. No words. My hand goes straight to my face. Then I rub my temples, hard.
"Oh my god," I mutter.
How am I supposed to survive this man. How do I make him shut up.
6) Gio On A Leash
Rava
We get to the entrance and can already hear the bass shaking the balcony. Capo Plaza is blasting at full volume, people leaning over the railings with drinks in their hands, shouting over the music.
Holy shit. The place is packed.
I turn to him. "One of us should go in first. I'm not walking in with you."
He smirks. "Couldn't agree more, love." He snatches my phone out of my hand before I can react.
I blink. "What the hell are you doing?"
He doesn't even look up. "Putting my number in your phone," he says. "For when it's time to leave. I'm not running around a club trying to find you."
Okay. That's actually logical. Annoying, but logical.
He hands it back and I take it quietly.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
I'm about to turn away when his hand suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me sideways.
I stumble straight into him. "What the hell—"
His arm drops over my shoulders and he leans his head against mine. Before I can even process what's happening, he actually takes a picture of us.
"Beautiful."
"What the hell was that for?"
"To jerk off to it tonight," he says instantly.
My eyes and my mouth go wide at the same time. Gio bursts out laughing next to me.
Is that a joke? If it is, then I'm stupid.
How am I already falling for his dumb lines? It's the first day. I was supposed to stop being a victim and now I've been clowned like three times already.
He reaches over and pats my head. "My mom. She wanted proof that I actually took you out and didn't just ditch you for a poker night."
