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“We’re getting close,” he replies, flashing a smile in my direction.
I side eye him, my lips pinching together to form a hard line. After how much he helped me yesterday, I couldn’t say no when he asked me to go to his band’s practice today. That doesn’t mean I’m excited to face a bunch of new people that will probably assume I’m a jerk based off my cold personality.
He pulls into a big empty parking lot and parks the car in the dead center of it.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re taking a detour.”
“Why?”
He leans over the console, closer to me.
I catch my breath, unable to move. I find myself fixating on his lashes, then his dimples, and then his smile. Why is he so close?
“Don’t kiss me,” I whisper.
“What?” He backs away, puzzled.
“I just mean . . . uh—”
“You thought that’s what I was trying to do? Man, Bec, what kind of guy do you think I am? Besides, if I tried that, it would scare you away for good.”
I burn red. “But you—I thought—why did you drive into the middle of a parking lot?”
He laughs. “I figured this would be the perfect time for you to try driving,” he says, hopping out of the car. He walks around to my door and tugs it open.
I scoot away. “No, I’m not driving.”
“Look, there’s no one else around,” he says, gesturing to either side of him. “I’m not always going to be able to drive you, you know.”
That’s true, but New York has subways . . .
“Why now?”
“Because the longer you put it off, the harder it’ll be to do it again.”
I chew my lip. “I don’t know.”
“I’m not going to move the car until you at least sit in the driver’s seat,” he says, leaning on the door frame. “If you still don’t feel like driving, we’ll switch again. I promise.”
“I just have to sit there?”
“Yup.”
“What do I get if I do?”
“You get your chauffeur back.” He winks. “And I’ll buy you dinner on the way back. You can pick where.”
My stomach turns, but it isn’t as overwhelming as it usually is because the thought of Caleb sitting next to me calms my nerves. Instead of a torrential downpour, they’re a subtle storm.
“I can pick anything?”
“Anything.”
I gulp my fear down. “Okay.”
He steps away from the door, letting me stand. He takes my spot while I walk around to the other seat.
