“It does, sometimes. I guess the secret is just to find a way of catching your breath every now and then.”
“I guess the Campus Drivers gig is good for that,” I say innocently, and he shoots me a look.
“I guess so.”
We sit there in silence for a while, dipping in and out of the ice cream and having him here next to me is weirdly soothing.
“How was your day?”
“Me and Esteban worked on a Buick.”
He twirls his spoon around in his fingers and tuts. “Why’d Raven think he would be in here?”
“Because she’s clinically insane.”
“Were you guys sleeping together in Brooklyn?”
“Who were you sleeping with in LA?” I ask, matching his tone.
He glances at me. “How’d you know I went there? Fuck… Don’t tell me Dexter Drake snitched on me.”
The name rings a bell—I remember he mentioned it when he caught me roughing up Casey.
“Whoisthat guy, anyway?”
“Adam’s cousin. Nice guy—way less freaky than your BFF Esteban.”
“Does he scare you?” I tease. “Trust me, I’m scarier than him, by far.”
“So, are you guys still sleeping together, or what?”
“Excuse me?” I stiffen. “I think that orgasm you gave me back there messed up my hearing, or something—I could’ve sworn I heard you ask whether I was screwing someone else on the side.”
“It’s not—”
“I don’t actually have time to fuck around, you know,” I drawl.
I keep my voice steady to hide how nervous I suddenly feel. We’ve never discussed what we’ve got going on, but one thing’s for sure—if he’s sleeping with other girls, he won’t survive tonight. That’s a promise.Should I ask him, or should I…
“Me either,” he bats back.
This would be the perfect time to shift over into what we are and where we’re going, but I don’t want to come across as needy.
“You just seem pretty close, that’s all.”
I nod. “We’ve known each other a long time. He was there for me when my dad died, so…”
Why are you even mentioning Dad?
“What happened to him?”
I stare up at the ceiling. This wasn’t part of the plan for tonight.
“He died in a car crash,” I say after a while.
“A race?”
I laugh. “No.”
