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I tuned him out once more, making sure to nod and respond at the right times. I didn’t reply to Wakeman. I slipped the phone into my backpack, and the moment I saw the gorgeous lilac purple of my Mustang, I picked up the pace.
“If you’re not into pie, who isn’t into pie? There is also a special that the chefs announce every Saturday as a surprise,” Jamie said.
Fuck, does he ever shut up?
“How can you even think about food right now?” I gestured to myself, still covered in the trash.
“Oh, this is nothing. I was locked in the school dumpster for a week,” Jamie said.
I winced, and he looked away. “Sorry, too much information. I just made myself seem even lamer.”
He was trying here, and I couldn’t get into it. “Depends. What did you do back?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, not unless I wanted my entire family destroyed.” Jamie quickly changed the subject, and I was glad for it. “Oh, here.” He pulled his backpack around and pulled out a towel. “Figured you didn’t want to get your car dirty.”
“Thanks.”
Before I could grab the offered towel, a hand knocked it to the ground.
“The fuck?”
Hawke wasn’t looking at me, his heterochromia eyes focusing on Jamie. “Get lost before I cut your dick off and shove it down your throat.”
Jamie ran like his ass was on fire, and I sighed. “That was a bit aggressive, don’t you think?”
“He wants to fuck you.” Hawke’s muscular arms wrapped around my torso and pulled me close.
Our bodies flushed against one another. I was forced to tilt my head back to stare into his green and brown eyes. I hadn’t been this close to him in a while.
Without thought, I reached out and ran the tips of my fingers over the white scar on his face. “What happened?”
“My mom got scared one night and dragged a scalpel over my eye. It was a clean cut, no surgeries, just stitches.”
My stomach tightened. Hawke told the story as if he was reciting the alphabet instead of going over a traumatic experience.
“Corpse, don’t go soft on me now,” Hawke whined.
The stupid nickname pulled me out of my momentary lapse, and I pulled free. I blamed all the bullshit I’d been going through and the new environment. It had me way off my game.
I shoved Hawke. His smile was firmly back in place, but he didn’t stop touching me. For some reason, it didn’t make my skin crawl, but diving into why would have to wait for another day.
“You’re going to smell now too.”
Hawke laughed. “Oh good, then we can shower together.” Before I knew what was happening, Hawke was rounding the front of my Mustang and getting into the car.
“Wait, I didn’t—” I patted my pockets and cursed under my breath. He’d slipped the damn key out of my pocket. It was a fucking insult. “Hawke, you aren’t coming with.”
I got behind the wheel, staring at him, waiting for him to get out. I lasted all of five seconds before I was gagging. With the doors closed and windows up, the stench wafting off both of us was too much to handle. My eyes burned as my vision blurred.
“Shit, I’m messing my car up with this smell.” Hawke relaxed in the passenger seat, grinning at me like he was having the time of his life. “Fine, but we’re not showering together.”
“We will see.”
Fuck my life. There was never going to be a moment of peace. “Is this going to be my life now?”
“Yep,” Hawke said.
I glanced at him and pulled out of my parking spot. “I wasn’t really asking you.”
