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“You know, before you? I never would’ve considered being caught dead in the drive-thru of those places.”
“So is that a yes? Or are you saying I’m bad for your health.”
“You better not be bad for my health. I’m counting on you to help me live through this hellhole.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad,” I said.
“Nope. It’s only as bad as walking across a bed of fiery coals.”
“Is your humor always this dark?” I asked with a giggle.
“If it makes you laugh, then yes,” he said.
I chanced a glance at him and I found his eyes staring at me. There was a small grin playing on his lips and it was hard to take my eyes off him. I settled for Wendy’s and pulled into the drive-thru, then Hayden did something I didn’t expect.
He leaned over my body to look at the menu.
He was pressed against me. Tightly. I could feel the chiseled features of his body as his hand rested between my legs to prop himself up. I felt my cheeks flushing furiously. I could feel his body heat radiating against my skin. His other hand settled on the chair behind my head, and I was eye-level with the sculpted muscles of his arm.
I resisted the urge to lean my cheek on it.
“For someone who wants me to eat well, this is a hell of a menu to offer,” Hayden said.
“Then order a salad,” I said breathlessly.
He slowly turned his head to meet my eyes and I could see a playfulness in them. Something I hadn’t ever seen before. A life in his eyes that made him even more beautiful than usual. I wanted to smile. To acknowledge that I saw it and that it was a good thing.
But I was too busy focused on his hand planted on the seat between my legs. Because if he moved it— even a little bit— we were in trouble.
“Welcome to Wendy’s, can I take your order?”
“Ah, yes,” Hayden said. “I would like two spicy Caesar salads, two medium French fries, and two small chocolate frosties.”
“Will that complete your order?”
“Is there anything else you want?” he asked.
I panned my gaze over to the menu as my palms began to sweat.
“Nope. Nope, I’m uh… I’m good,” I said.
“I’d like you to be great if we’re going to end this night with a game of Russian Roulette with my health,” Hayden said.
I just needed him to back away. To move and get out of my personal space. Because every time he talked, his lips moved. And every time his lips moved, I thought about all the places he could put them.
And that was wholly unprofessional.
“Then I’m great. Outstanding. Absolutely wonderful.”
“Yes,” Hayden said as his face grew closer to mine. “Yes you are, Grace.”
My eyes snapped over to him. My name. The sound of my name and how it dripped from his lips. I felt myself weakening to him. I felt myself leaning
into him. My body was shifting and I felt my thighs grace the side of his arm. Our eyes were hovering. Holding one another in the damn drive-thru of a Wendy’s.
“That’ll be $17.42. Drive around, please.”
The voice from the box pierced the moment and Hayden settled back down into his seat. I cleared my throat and smoothed my hair from my face, then drove around to pay. I handed our food to him and he sat it all in his lap, and the rest of the ride back to his place was silent.
