“Okay,” I repeat him.
He grips the steering wheel tightly. Tight enough his knuckles are turning white.
“I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but I should have been the one to kiss you in victory after worrying myself to death about your safety.”
He smiles. “You were worried about me?”
“Of course I was, Killian. I care about you so much… I…just don’t make me worry about you.”
“That’s not what you were going to say.”
“Yeah well. I forgot what I was going to say,” I huff.
I was going to say because I love him, but that’s insane. We hardly know each other. I can’t love him be
cause if I do, I won’t be able to handle it when we don’t work out. We’re doomed. I know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it, but we can’t seem to stay away from each other.
“Where are we going anyway?”
“A hotel.”
“What?”
“You’re supposed to go see your father tomorrow, so I rented a room, for us, that way we don’t have to drive back.”
“Who said I was spending the night with you?”
“Liri, will you stay the night with me?”
“Well since you asked nicely then yes.” I smirk.
“Now that we have settled that. Am I forgiven?” We’re stopped at a traffic light and he has this poor me expression on his face with his bottom lip jutted out. He looks so pitiful I can’t bear it.
“Yes, Killian. I forgive you but I can’t be around Jackie.”
“I know. Thank you for giving me another chance.” The light changes but he doesn’t pull out.
“Don’t screw this up. Don’t lie to me.”
“I won’t.”
“Good.”
He leans across the console as the car idles and holds my face between his palms. “I want to kiss you, Liri.”
“I know.” I grin.
“Why must you torture me?”
“Because it’s fun.”
A car horn blares behind us but he doesn’t move back to his side of the car.
“You need to go. We’re holding up traffic.”
“I know, but I’m not moving from this spot until you kiss me.” His nose brushes against mine. His mouth is close to claiming my lips.
The car behind us goes around us but slows down enough to yell, “Moron,” at us.