Page 64 of Wild Mistake
“I’m sure they’re only pretending to hate it.”
“I don’t know.” She blows out a long breath. “Maybe they just need time.”
Sometimes time is all you need.
“No more sad faces.” I glance at her. “Let’s get you some food. And water.”
“That sounds good.” She smiles for a moment, but it quickly falls. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“The only place open right now is the gas station.” She pouts. “Stupid small towns and their lack of late-night fried cuisine.”
“It’s a travesty.”
“You know what I would give right now for Jack in the Box tacos?”
“Don’t forget an order of fries too. The perfect anti-hangover meal.”
“Exactly!”
“Lucky for you, I’ve got a freezer full of options and an air fryer. It’s not fast food, but it’ll get the job done.”
“You’re taking me to your place?” She sits up a little straighter in her seat.
“Is that okay?”
“You can take me anywhere. I trust you, Aiden. I do. Even when I’m scared of fucking things up, I trust you.” She groans and runs her hands over her face. “Oh, my God. I’m so drunk right now.”
“Are you going to be sick?” I glance at her, but she appears fine. “I can pull over.”
“No. I’m not nauseated.” She eyes me. “I’m really turned on. Fuck, why is it so sexy watching you drive?”
“You think my driving is sexy?” I bite back the urge to laugh.
“It’s the stick shift.” She eyes my hand. “It always did it for me. Fuck. It’s so hot.”
“This?” I have to switch gears anyway to make the next turn, but knowing she’s watching I make the extra effort to flex my arm.
“Jesus,” she whispers. “I think you’ve unlocked a new kink.”
Laughter shakes my chest.
“Are you making fun of me?” She scowls.
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head.
“I’m embarrassing myself, aren’t I?”
“Never.” I pull in front of my dad’s place. I cut the engine and hop out, hustling to the passenger side before she attempts to get out on her own. The last thing I want is for her to twist an ankle. “Here.” I reach a hand out to help her down.
She steps down and leans into my body for support. “Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
The proximity of her body causes my pulse to quicken. I’m attempting to be a gentleman, at least until she sobers up. But I’m tempted to push her back against my truck and devour her right here.
Think with your head, not your dick.
I swallow back the urge to kiss her, and take a step back. “Do you need to let someone know where you are?”
