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“Neighbors?” Blake asks and then clears his throat, running his palms flat down his thighs as he shifts in his seat.
“I mean, yeah. We talk, but uh. Your dad, he kinda likes to keep to himself,” he says absently, looking away and out the window.
This gives me another chance to look him over, adjusting the mirror so I can see him better as I drive.
Dad’s pretty outgoing though. He’d talk the leg off a chair given half the chance.
Maybe Blake’s so busy he hardly ever sees him?
“That’s weird because dad’s away so much too.” I half-laugh. Accidentally snorting and flushing beet red which makes Blake smile.
“Weird?” he asks, again with the odd questions.
“Yeah. I mean, you’re back from London and he’s off to Houston for god knows how long. Its good timing is all, for your fish.” I muse aloud.
“Fish…” Blake says to himself, looking out the window for a second time.
The gas warning chimes again, so I use it as the perfect excuse to pull into the first gas station I see.
Blake’s already undoing his seatbelt before I even stop, heaving himself out of the car and making his way to the pump before I can even open my door.
I want to get out, to tell him I’ll pay. But the finest view of the man’s profile and ass is in my side mirror.
I only become aware of my mouth hanging open once I hear him closing the gas cap and shooting me a smile through the rear window.
It puts me off making sure I give him the money and before I know it, he’s making his way in to pay for the gas as well.
I’ll just give him the money. All of it. I can’t have him pay for stuff like this.
Plus, I have no idea what arrangements he made with my dad.
Watching Blake walk back to the car I can’t help but stare again. The way his whole body moves.
Each muscle flexing then relaxing in turn. The perfect machine that is the human body.
His body anyway. Mine? Not so much so.
“Here,” I tell him firmly, not even waiting until he’s back in the car before trying to thrust the money into his huge hand.
“I can’t have you paying for parking and gas,” I protest but he politely ignores the money. Choosing instead to work on folding himself back into the car before pulling the door shut with one finger.
I feel stupid holding the money out now than the idea of him paying.
Finally, he puts me out of my misery, closing his hand over mine and gently pushing it back towards me.
“It’s fine, Krystal. Really,” he says, that hand brushing my chest by accident and making me gasp loudly as his eyes narrow some.
A low sound from his body runs through me again until the car behind us honks breaking the moment.
He laughs to himself and I start the car, even squealing the tires as I take off, totally flustered.
“You’ve filled me up,” I remark, looking down at the gas gauge.
“Anytime,” he says in the deepest, sexiest voice I’ve ever heard, making me shiver again.
Before I look over at him again, I can feel his eyes boring into me, focusing on my chest then moving down my body.
Looking at someone in the car with you is no big deal, I mean we’re inches apart really.
But it’s the type of look he’s broadcasting. And not ashamed to show it.
I avoid his eyes for now because I need to focus on driving, but I feel my body squirm into my seat, trying not to make another weird noise as I feel something I’m sure I’ve never felt before inside me.
Something I know that’s directly linked to one Blake Mason. Our new neighbor.
Oh god. How is this gonna work? How is my life gonna continue with this man living only feet away from our house?
“So it’s just you and your dad?” Blake half asks, half tells me, breaking the slightly awkward silence.
I nod eagerly, shaking my head up and down as I watch the empty road ahead.
“Boyfriend?” he asks point-blank and I figure he means my dad, which makes me giggle.
There’s another long silence and I feel Blake’s eyes on me the whole time.
He’s waiting for an answer.
“I meant you, Krystal,” he finally says, trying to sound relaxed but there’s an edge to his question.
“Me? Oh god no.” I almost shout I say it so loud, laughing out of nerves more than anything else.
Blake seems to approve, relaxing as much as he can in the small space back into his seat.
I stop my chuckling though, suddenly wondering why he’d even ask, let alone look so smug once I tell him no.
I guess like most people he sees someone like me and just has to know he’s right in his own mind.
That there’s no way anyone could possibly be interested in someone like me.
