My girl looked so nervous and scared, and I couldn’t have that, so I played along with the lie.I just wanted to see her relax.Wanted to see her smile at me.
I don’t know what’s happening to me.I’ve never looked at a girl twice before, yet I can’t take my eyes off Larsen.There’s something about the curvy girl in my passenger seat.As soon as I saw her, it was like a lightbulb went off inside me, and I knew she was meant for me.
Her black hair, those green eyes—fuck me, as soon as those green eyes met mine, I was a goner.
“Where to?”I ask as I start the truck.
She rattles off her address, and I pull out of the parking lot, heading north.
“What’s going on?”I grunt at her.
She wrings her hands in her lap.“What do you mean?”
“I mean, is something wrong?Are you in some kind of danger?Did something happen?Because I know for a fact that your car isn’t at the shop.”
We ride in silence for a beat as she squirms in her seat.She licks her full lips, and my cock hardens in my jeans.I swear I could come just from watching her do that.
“Can you keep a secret?”she asks quietly.
I bite back a moan.Goddamn, she’s going to kill me, and she has no idea the effect she’s having on me.
“Yes.”
When we pause at a stoplight, she surprises me by leaning over and whispering in my ear,
“I can’t drive.”
She pulls back to study my reaction.I raise an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t have my license.I never got it, and I don’t want people to know.”
The light turns green, and I continue.I can tell she’s embarrassed.She thinks not being able to drive is something to be ashamed of, but it’s not.
“It’s not that big a deal,” I tell her.
Nervous energy radiates off her as we turn onto her street.
“I didn’t need to learn when I lived in Miami.I took the bus or walked.I could ride my bike because the weather was always nice.Well, not in July.Then it was hot as hell, but you get the idea.No snow.No sleet.No wind.”
Larsen rambles on, and I smile as I listen to her.
“The problem is that I told people my car was in the shop because I didn’t want anyone to know and think less of me, and now I don’t know what to do,” she admits.“I can’t join a driving school because people would know and have questions.I’m screwed.”
She looks so upset, and I hate that.I need to fix it.
I pull into her driveway, shift into park, and turn to look at her.“I’ll teach you.”
She frowns.“Teach me what?”
“How to drive.”
“I… You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.I want to.”
“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” she mumbles.
“It doesn’t matter.”
