“Just trying to wrap my head around how you ended up in this mess.”
“I’m sure it was an accident,” she whispered.
“How did they accidentally…” I stopped when I noticed tears in her eyes. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pull the trigger and tell her what I thought of those two pukes. “Never mind. Let me get you home.”
“Thank you, Flint,” she clicked her seatbelt. “You didn’t have to come all this way. It would have been fine cabbing home and paying you back later.”
“No way,” I shook my head and pulled out of the parking lot. “No way I was going to leave you to fend for yourself in a rideshare with a stranger. And no phone.”
“I’m sorry if I interrupted anything at work,” Celia stared at me.
I forced a smile. “I wasn’t busy. Nothing important.”
Celia turned to look out the side window. “Somehow, I just don’t believe you.”
How could I tell her that there was nothing more important than coming to her rescue at that moment? That ever since our one night together, she was all I thought about? That I woke up fisting myself thinking of thrusting inside her, no holds barred?
As I didn’t know the pretty words to share that with her, I wisely remained silent.
