God, that was cheesy as fuck.
I quickly type another message so she doesn’t have to answer that.
How about a hike down to the garage…
Getting into the car…
And going on an adventure to get ourselves some veggie burgers?
She grins, and I can almost hear her stomach growl. She puts a hand on her belly, making me laugh.
Make it chips and I’m down.
Why is her being British such a turn-on?
Or is it just her being her?
Deal
I’ll be there in ten.
Her eyes widen as she looks down at herself, so I quickly text again.
I’m going in sweatpants.
Please match so I don’t have to feel underdressed.
Deal.
After changing into said sweatpants and a hoodie, I grab the key card for the Tesla and head down to her floor. When the elevator opens up, Amelia is already waiting. She steps in, her hoodie pulled up. She’s still in her sweatpants, too, as promised, and seeing her like this—comfortable, casual, and smiling—makes my heart race.
“Hi,” she says, her voice low and warm.
“Hey, Bug,” I reply, smiling at her. “Ready for an adventure?”
She laughs. “Always.” Arriving at the garage, we exit the elevator, and she looks down at my feet. “How does your ankle feel? Can you drive?”
I walk to the Tesla and open the passenger door for her. “Absolutely. It was just a little strain.”
A little strain that hurt like hell for two days.
It’s quiet, the sound of the rain on the roof accompanying our drive through the rainy streets as the city lights reflect off the wet pavement. We reach the burger place, one of those all-night joints that always smells amazing no matter the time.
I park in the deserted lot, choosing a spot a little farther off beneath a tree, hoping its branches will shield the car a little from the rain.
“So, fries? Anything else?” I ask, unbuckling my seat belt and turning to face her.
“What? You don’t want me to come with?”
“As if I’d let you walk over there in the rain,” I reply, smirking.
“How gentlemanly of you,” she says, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
“I know,” I quip back, flashing a grin.
“Make it a large one, please.”
“Coming right up,” I say, winking at her before dashing through the rain.
