Every time we came to a stop, he peered over at me.“You thinking about Diya?”
“A bit, but more like how we almost got caught.My heart is still racing.”
“Yeah, sneaking past her”—his lips curled into a smirk—“was wild.”
“Wild is an understatement.”I giggled.
He didn’t know about my run-in with his stepfather or about him and his sister sneaking about while their mom was apparently sick.So many secrets that I had to keep to myself, but that I so desperately wanted to tell.
Though it wasn’t just Diya and Calix that were on my mind.That race and Rush, Frasier, Cairo … and then my asshole of a stepbrother who was supposed to be at the race last night and hadn’t shown up.
All of it felt so wrong …
“Have you talked to Rush?”I asked, rubbing my palms together.My phone buzzed in my hand—Frasier again—but I ignored it for now.“Is he okay?I mean, after everything that happened last night.”
Calix’s hand tightened on the wheel.“He’s fine—or at least, he says he is.”
“Why so mad about that?”I asked, noticing his clenched jaw.
“I’m not mad about him being okay.”
“Then why are you clutching the steering wheel like you hate him?”
“Because …”
“Because why?”
“He was asking about you.”
My eyes widened, and I turned my gaze toward the windshield, trying to bite back a smile.Rush was asking about me?Heat flooded through my chest, and I swallowed a giggle.Me?!
“Just wanted to make sure that you got home after the fight,” Calix continued.
I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, and I nodded, pretending like this was nothing, like I didn’t like anyone else except him, like Rush asking aboutmedidn’t make me the giddiest girl in the world.
God, I am the biggest slut ever, going after this group of best friends.
“That bothers you?”I asked.“That he was asking about me?”
“Yes.”
Screaming!!!
“Why?”I whispered, peeking over at him.
While driving, he grabbed my thigh.“Because I want you all to myself.”
Pleasure rushed through my entire body, and I pressed my legs together.This was bad.So, so, so bad.Why were they all so jealous of each other and possessive over me?I was a nobody!But,oh Lord, was I really going to make these guys fight over me?Yes.
One hundred percent yes.
“Do you think that Rush is really okay?”I asked, trying to change the subject.
Not because I wanted to change the subject, but because I knew it would drive him wild for me to tell him that I didn’t just want him, that I really wanted the entire friend group.He’d go fucking insane.
“We’ll see,” he murmured, hand still on my thigh.
“We?”
