Shit
Her eyes light up as I just look forward, a grimace forming on my face. “Oh, I can drive a stick.” She laughs out.
“Let’s just forget I said that.” I mumble as she opens the door.
“Oh, what’s the fun in that?” She teases.
“I won’t die.” I tell her as I move out of the compound.
“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes, “how did you know I was leaving?”
“Khan called me.”
“Ah, and for a second I thought you were just keeping tabs on me.” I try not to laugh at her statement as I look straight to the road as we turn onto the path to the clubhouse. “Awe, come on Axe.” She laughs, reaching over and swatting at my arm. “I’m just messing around with you.”
“Yeah, like it’s just a drink?” I ask her, and she blushes as she looks away. “I mean it was only a drink, but that was 100% my doing.” I hear a slight gasp as she looks back over at me.
“You know?” She asks as she tries not to laugh.
“Of course, I know.” I laugh in response. “Do you think I just order drinks and leave them full, often?” She smiles.
“But you didn’t stick around with me to have one.” She smirks at me again.
“Nope,”
“Why?”
“Ella, that’s a loaded question.” I honestly tell her.
“Why is that Axe?” she asks as she leans on the center console.
“Because it’s a question that is complex or even possibly a trick question.”
“Asshole.” She laughs out, causing a grin to form on my face. “You know what I mean.”
I just glance over at her before she huffs and rolls her eyes, turning to just look out the window. At first I think that she’s just trying to play that she’s mad, but after some time of her not speaking, I realize that it’s genuine.
When we pull up to the house, she still hasn’t spoken since she got mad at me earlier.
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes as I look over at her. “Fine.”
“What?”
“You want to know why?” I all but shout at her, mostly because I have to talk over the shouting that is happening in my brain telling me to shut the fuck up. “Because while no, I don’t regret it. I also know that alcohol lowers inhibitions and…”
“You’re attracted to me.” I laugh out loud, because it’s not as easy as that.
“Ella, you are beautiful. I’m not sure anyone can deny that.”
“But…”
“But you’re 17. Fuck, then you were 16.” I tell her and she rolls her eyes. “I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, but…” I try to pick my words perfectly. “I respect you too much to take advantage of you. And if I would have stayed, that’s what would have happened.”
“You wouldn’t have been taking advantage of me. You can’t take advantage of someone who is willing.”
“Babydoll,” her face softens at my involuntary choice of words, “it’s taking advantage because…”
“I’m underage.”
