Gently, he pinches my cheek and leans in closer.
“You know that whenever I strip your eyes get all huge and shiny?”
“Oh, please!”
“You basically tear up with happiness!”
I cover his smug smile with my hand. “Your phone’s ringing—again. Don’t people walk anymore?”
“They all want that Campus Driver special sauce.”
“It’s bad for the planet—people should get off their asses and cycle more.” A thought stirs. “By the way, any idea what happened to my bike? I left it outside my dorm, like I usually do. And it’s gone.”
“Want me to go hunting for it?”
My eyes slide over to him. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got something to do with this.”
I stretch my arms, stifling a yawn.
“Wanna take a break? Lewis is free,” he adds. “I can hand the next ride over to him.” He jerks his chin down the street. “We’re right near that coffee shop where we had our first class. Remember? Or we could head to mine and get serious.”
“Ever had sex in your car?”
He frowns at me. “I can’t decide whether this is a trick question.”
“Affirmative.”
He laughs. “In that case, the answer is no. This baby is my safe space—plus, I like to keep my seats clean.”
“That’s a shame,” I pout. “I was thinking we find a dark alley, or something. I’ve always wanted to get laid with a steering wheel digging into my ass.”
What I don’t tell him is that car sex scenes in books definitely do something for me—and Don is a Campus Driver, after all. Shouldn’t this be his bread and butter?
“No coffee break for you,” he says, without missing a beat.
He eases us back into the traffic, before suddenly hanging a left. We turn down a quiet side street. He switches off the engine, tilts his seat back, and pats his lap.
“Get on.”
“I was joking.”
“Too late.”
He beckons me over.
“What happened to your safe space?” I snort.
“The guys got me new leather for my birthday, remember?” He smirks. “I plan on getting it done before Christmas—so, now’s your chance.” He pats his lap again. “Get your sweet ass over here, Carrie.”
“What if we get arrested and—”
“It’s dark. And we know it’ll take me a minute to make you come.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You sure know how to talk to a girl, don’t you? After everything I taught you…”
“You don’t think I make the perfect boyfriend?”
Something about his smile seems less playful than usual, and for a second, I hesitate.
