I don’t say anything; instead, I lose myself in the feeling of his skin against mine and blindly follow him—until he comes to a stop beside a racing-green sports car.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a car, sweetheart.”
“Y-yeah, I know that. But…it looks like it belongs in the movies.”
“Well, we are in Hollywood,” he teases as he pulls the passenger door open.
“This is yours?”
“Sure is.”
“But what about the truck?”
“That’s mine, too.”
“Of course it is. So this is what? Your weekend car?”
“I figured you wouldn’t want to spend the evening climbing in and out of my truck. So I got this.”
I still as his words hit me. “You bought this specifically for today?”
He shrugs one shoulder as if it’s no big deal.
“Everett, that is crazy.”
“I know. I’d much prefer getting a handful of your ass as I help you up. Look at me being all chivalrous and shit.”
“Your momma would be proud,” I tease before climbing into the fancy car.
While the outside might be a deep olive green, inside is the softest tan leather I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting on.
Once he’s happy I’m securely inside, he closes my door and jogs around the hood to join me.
No sooner does his ass hit the seat than my stomach growls loudly.
“Hungry?” he laughs.
“Constantly.”
“I know how that feels.”
“All I want to do is eat a massive meal to try and banish the hunger, but I can’t. Small and often is the way to go,” I explain as he pulls out of the space and hits the road.
“I’ve got the perfect thing,” he says proudly, wiggling his brows.
I roll my eyes, but decide against commenting. “You’ve barely picked me up and you’re acting as if you’ve got this date thing locked down.”
“Well, I don’t want to brag, but I think I’ve nailed it.”
“Only time will tell,” I tease.
“How have you been doing?” Everett asks as we join the highway.
“Yeah, good.”
“Sickness? Pain? Anything?”
