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Hell. More than see it, I wanna see her fucking gagging on it.
But that’s not the type of thing I should be thinking. She’s just had a traumatic experience, been through something most people would never get over. And here I am promising to drop her hundreds of miles away. All the while considering just how sweet she'd taste because I sure as hell know already just how good she feels.
Petra goes quiet again. But I can feel her looking at me for what’s probably a mile or two but it feels like a thousand because I can't just do what I feel like. I can't just show her how safe she is. How much I could help her forget what just happened back there. Replace it all with a better memory.
I can't do it because I’m not a forever guy. I’m an unhinged ex-con, shipping Christ knows what across the border and most likely getting myself killed for my troubles. The frustration boiling up inside me spills over. My tone harder than I'd like with her. But she won't stop staring.
“Why don't you take a picture it’ll last longer,” I finally growl. Regretting the words instantly, thinking it'll set her off crying again.
But fuck me if she doesn't reach into the little pouch of her waitress apron and pull out her phone. Illuminating the cab with the light from the screen. Grinning with the kind of mischief I never knew I had a thing for until she does it.
“What a great idea!” She giggles, but my reflex is to snatch the phone from her. Having an image of me stored on her phone, or anyone else’s for that matter isn't what I do.
But with one eye on the road and the other trying to focus on the phone, I miss. She's quick to pull it closer to herself out of my reach before the flash blinds me for a second.
Then there’s another. And another.
“Dammit!” I growl, trying to get mad. But with her, I can't.
I just can't do a lot of things with her, it seems. My unwitting but not unwilling passenger who, I decide in a heartbeat, isn't going anyplace that I’m not from now on.
She giggles like a child, teasing me by showing me the image of my own scowling face on the screen. Priming herself to take another picture when my hand manages to find hers.
She gasps loudly and for a second, I think I've grabbed her too hard, hurting her. But the charge between us when our hands connect makes it feel like the whole world just fell out from under me.
Tossing her over my shoulder to get her out of harm’s way was pure adrenalin. Holding her hand, even trying to snatch a phone away undoes me completely.
It proves it to me in a split second that I can’t let her go.
Not tonight. Not ever.
Her gasp turns into a little mewing sound and I feel my foot slipping off the gas. My eyes already looking for a place to stop.
My mind already spinning as much as my head that I’m even considering stopping for a third time tonight.
I don't care anymore. Don't care about anything except doing what I felt like doing miles ago. Holding her so tight she can’t breathe and kissing her like I know she needs to be.
Like I know now she wants me to.
But the hand of fate has a few cards up her sleeve, it seems. And not everything with Petra is gonna be so cut and dried.
“Jesus! P.T. You’re bleeding!” She shrieks suddenly. That warm feeling still on my own hands, thinking it was from her ass?
It’s warm with my own blood now.
Must’ve caught some of that suit’s bullet after all… Shit.
Annoyed it’s broken the spell between us, I can also see at a glance that Petra won't let me drive another five feet until she has a look at it. She orders me to pull over so she can do something to help. Favor for a favor, I guess.
“It’s nothing.” I assure her. Knowing full well I’ve had way worse and driven a lot further.
“We’ve lost enough time already,” I add. More to remind myself than even begin to try and explain things to her.
“P.T.!” She exclaims, widening her eyes as they focus on my hand. But it’s the concern in her voice that gets to me.
“Pleeeaaaasssee…?” She whines, absently gripping my bleeding arm with both hands and squeezing so hard even I wince.
“Sorry…” She murmurs with a grimace, letting go but it makes the edge of my lip twitch. Almost curling into one of those mysterious almost-smiles she seems to be able to draw from me.
