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WES: I need your help to pick out the perfect shirt.
ME: Talk about pressure. Wouldn’t Nico be a better partner for this?
WES: Nico isn’t the person I’m trying to impress.
My breath catches in my throat. Surely he can’t mean me, can he? My thumbs hesitate over the keyboard as more typing bubbles appear beneath his last comment.
WES: You are.
Chapter 19
Wes
“You drive…that?” Disbelief oozes through Trip’s tone as I nod my head patiently. Unsurprisingly, her reaction is one I get often.
“Sure do. Lola’s a beauty isn’t she.” Trip’s astounded stare turns from our mode of transportation to me and back again.
“I can’t tell if the fact you named your car, or the name choice itself is more horrifying.” I run a hand along the side of my baby, gently stroking the peeling beige paint.
“Shh, don’t hurt her feelings. Lola’s hard enough to start at the best of times.” I yank open the passenger door, bits of rust falling off the old Ford 500.
Walking tentatively towards me, Trip mutters under her breath, “I’m surprised it starts at all.”
Choosing to ignore the barb, I gallantly bow and beckon towards the open door.
“Malady, your chariot awaits.” With one last look at the neon zip ties holding the bumper in place, Trip shakes her head and folds herself into the car. I smile and lean down to help her with the seatbelt. She hasn’t even seen the worst of it yet.
“The trick is to pull and release three times before pulling it across your body. May I?” At her nod, I stick my head in the door and give her seatbelt the appropriate number of tugs before pulling it across her waist and clicking it in place. Amused grey eyes follow my step-by-step process.
“Lola’s a bit… finicky I see.” Her too-full bottom lip tugs into a smirk and I find myself tracking the movement.
Want to know the fastest way to distract a guy? Move your lips. Sounds ridiculous but it’s the truth: when you bring attention to your lips, the guy you’re in the midst of wooing has no choice but tothink of those lips. I might even write about it in my psych paper due Monday. I even know what my title would be:Lips: The Oral Seduction of Man.
On second thought, maybe I’ll save that one for health class.
“I like my girls to have character, what can I say.” My words have the intended effect on Trip, and a mild blush warms her cheeks. Her tongue pokes out to skim her bottom lip, leaving the pale pink glistening with temptation.
Do you see what I mean? Hook, line, and sinker.
My lips crash onto hers and her yelp of surprise gets swallowed whole. Gripping the front of my shirt, Trip pulls me closer and deepens the kiss simultaneously. Our tongues tangle together as my hands cup her jaw, fingers stroking the flushed skin underneath.
“YO, GET A ROOM!” My head hits the roof as a car honks, rudely breaking our lip lock. I grin sheepishly at her, and carefully extract myself from her side of the car.
I rub my head as I walk around to the driver’s side and yank the rusted door open. Plopping myself down in the seat, I take a deep breath and immediately get hit by coconut vanilla shampoo. Shit. This is going to be a long ride.
Ignoring the semi already forming in my pants, I look at the passenger beside me and feel a spark of satisfaction at her equally glazed gaze.
“Are you ready for the ride of your life?” I turn the key and wait for the familiar battle of Lola turning over. The screeching sound fuels the soul as the engine cranks into gear.
Ah, that’s my girl.
“Show me what you’ve got.” a playful smile touches Trip’s swollen lips as I jerk the gear shifter into drive.
This is going to be areallylongride.
We stutter to a grinding halt in the parking lot of Taber’s only shopping mall. Large and square, the hideous brown building is home to no more than fifteen stores. Five of which are fast-food chains that make up the cafeteria. You can always count on small towns to limit your number of options.
Casually yanking the parking brake into place, I go through the usual motions of making sure Lola won’t go for an unsupervised stroll: wiggling the gear shifter until I hear the click, turning my wheels so they face an empty stall, and giving Lola’s steering wheel a firm love pat. Sounds ridiculous, but trust me. The last time I didn’tfollow through on these steps, Lola found herself bumper-to-bumper with an F150. Hence the zip ties holding the front bumper in place.
