Page 24 of No Need to Run
“You never know. You may see me more than you think.” I wink, smiling at him.Although I’m sure I’ll see you more than you’ll see me.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He blows out a breath. “Well, I should get going.”
But he doesn’t move. He just stands there.
Does he want a kiss? Maybe I underestimated him.
I’m happy to fix that?—
“I’ll wait here until you’re inside your car.”
Aw. So sweet.
I’m a little disappointed we aren’t smooching, but I can be patient. Drew’s worth it.
“Okay.” I reluctantly release his arm. “It was very nice meeting you, Drew,” I say as I walk to the driver’s door, Drewtrailing behind me. I nearly pat myself on the back for saying that.
The alarm and locks disengage with a beep.
Drew looks at my car like it’s a robot that’s going to attack him before he reaches out and pulls the door open. He looks relieved when it doesn’t.
So damn cute.
“Wow. Thank you, kind sir.” I move closer, inhaling him. He smells clean. Not sharp or overpowering. Just warm, like soap and cedarwood. The kind of scent that makes you lean closer without thinking. It’s comforting.
His throat works as he swallows. He looks like he wants to kiss me—or run away screaming. It’s hard to tell which urge is stronger. And I kind of want to find out.
I brush against him as I slide into the driver’s seat, already missing the feel of him.
I want to throw him against my car and press myself against him, rubbing all over him like Mr. Pickles, the judgmental cat he lives with.
But I don’t. I can’t. That would really send him screaming into the night.
Patience, Violet.
“You sure you’re okay to drive?” he asks.
Why? You want to take me home and tuck me in bed with you?I debate lying and saying I’m wasted.
“I could call you an Uber if you’re too?—”
“I’m good.” I’m not leaving my car in this parking lot. No way. And since Drew isn’t going to take me home with him, there’s no use lying.
I change tactics. “Are you okay to drive home?”
Please say no.
Please say no.
I’ll take you back to my house and keep you.
“I’m good.” He gestures at my seat belt. “Buckle up.”
I grab it, feeling slightly disappointed.
It’s not the end of the world, Violet.
Plenty of time.
