“I’ve got my car,” I said.
“You’re wiped.”
I was, but not in a bad way. And certainly not in a way that made it unsafe for me to drive.
“I can’t not have my car,” I reminded.
“Fine, then I’m following you home.”
“Stalker.”
He shrugged, accepting the label. “Gimme fifteen.”
That seemed ambitious, but sure enough, everything was shut down and secured right on time. He armed the security system and followed me out to the lot before ensuring the door was locked behind us. I stood watch, glancing around like I was impatient when I was actually looking for anything out of place.
The city was as quiet as it ever was, which wasn’t saying much.
“You sure you’re good to drive?” Rhys asked as he walked me to my car.
“I’m fine. What about you? It’s late.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Same.”
“Right.”
Why is this suddenly awkward?
I made it even more awkward by giving one of those weird straight-line smiles before quickly getting into my car. He got into his own but didn’t start driving until I did.
As much as I usually loved loud music while I drove, I turned the radio off and enjoyed some silence after the loud night. I parked at the curb near the townhouse and got out as Rhys came to a stop a few spots behind me. I walked onto my stoop and unlocked the door but waited to watch until he made it into his place.
“Wrong house,” he called.
Shit, maybe I’m more tired than I realized.
Wait. I unlocked the door.
I was about to call him out for driving while delirious when he joined me at the door rather than going home. “Come to my place.”
My heart hammered in my chest, and an echoing pulse seemed to thrum in my clit. “W-what?”
“In case anyone is watching. C’mon.”
Right.
Of course that’s what he meant.
Seriously, what is wrong with me?
I found my brain enough to refuse. “No.”
“Why not?”
“It wouldn’t make sense.”
“Isn’t you being around the whole point?”
