“Or we could go to the beach and fuck in the car.”
“If we get a car, we’ll pretty muchhaveto fuck in it.”
I smiled at him, and then he smiled at me, and suddenly we were making out in the elevator, which was super hot, until the elevator doors opened, and we had to cut it out, but we held hands all the way to the car because I didn’t want to let go of him.We hadn’t both been awake and able to touch each other in so long that I wanted to savor every second.
I drove us to the restaurant, and we shared a giant platter of appetizers and pretended to watch hockey on the TV over the bar.It felt like a real date, but I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have, because I was running through the to-do list in my head.
After we’d eaten as much as we could, and the server went away to box our leftovers, he looked at me and pressed his knee against my thigh.
“You didn’t get off earlier,” he said.“I owe you one.”
“Get me at home.”
He winked at me with that half smile that made me want to kiss him right there in the restaurant.
We paid our bill, collected our box of food and went out to the car.
“Hey, should I drive?”he said.
“I don’t know—should you?”I tossed him the key and got in the passenger seat.“Are you one of those scary drivers?”
“Depends on what you call scary.”He adjusted the seat.
See, I wasn’t used to being driven places, except in an Uber.My parents bought me a car when I turned seventeen, and I used it until second year university when I realized having a car in Toronto when you were a student was a nuisance.All my friends wanted me to be the designated driver, so I couldn’t drink.
I was not used to other people driving me, and I was really not used tohimdriving me.He drove with one hand on the wheel, and he rode the accelerator hard, like the sum total of his driving experience was playingGrand Theft Auto.I tried not to say anything, because I didn’t want to sound like my mom or like I was freaking out.But, shit.
“That light was yellow, Eddie.”
“As long as it wasn’t red.”
When we got to our building, he parked in the visitor’s spot, turned to me, and gave me a long kiss, which almost made up for nearly giving me a heart attack.
“Got you here in one piece, didn’t I?”he said.
“Uh.”
“What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“You didn’t let go of the holy shit handle the whole way home.”
I realized what I was doing and let go.“I just don’t like not being in control.”
“I must have scared the hell out of you when we got together.”
“At first, yeah, but then you made it clear you were gonna let me decide what we were gonna do and when, because you’re so amazing.Then I wasn’t scared anymore.”I smiled at him and kissed him.“Thanks.”
I didn’t entirely relax because there was still too much to do.We went upstairs, finished packing, carried our bags down to the car, and locked them in the trunk.I had to put my tap board in the back of the car because it wouldn’t fit in the trunk.I didn’t want to take three days off practicing and lose my edge.Not after I’d worked so hard to get it back.
We went back to the apartment, and I frosted the brownies, since they’d cooled by then.He watched me the whole time.
“You want some?”I said.
“I’m stuffed.”
“Guess we’ll have them at the cottage.”
