r /> His brows scaled his head. “Be reasonable, Lissa. It was an accident. And it was partly your fault.”
What? I reached across and stabbed a finger into his chest. “My fault? I told you not to bring it in the car. It smells like a fucking brewery in here, for Christ’s sake. And everything will be sticky now. You know what… I can’t even… you need to get out before I lose my shit!”
He scoffed, then settled back in his chair. “Like I haven’t seen that before.”
My teeth clamped. “Not even close. Get out.”
With a defiant smirk, he dropped his head against the cushioned rest. “You’re overreacting, woman. It’s just a splash. It’ll clean up.”
Okay, then…
Ire sparked in my chest as indignation mixed with fury, and all three burned a lethal path through my veins. This guy had rattled me, messed with my head, made my body feel… things, but this was one step too far. I flung my seat belt aside and kicked my door open. Leon watched through the windshield with a bemused expression as I rounded the car and flung his door open. He huffed out a laugh when I reached in and bent across his body to unbuckle the belt.
“You’re acting like a crazy person,” he muttered into my hair. I forced myself not to shudder.
I stepped back and held his door wide.
He sighed and shifted to peer up at me, his eyes pleading. “You’re really gonna make me walk?”
“Well, I’m not touching your damn dick, that’s for sure.”
He lowered his head and gave it a little shake, then clipped, “Fine.”
As he hauled himself out of the car, his foot got tangled up with the strap of the seat belt, and my eyes widened as his body twisted and flailed, arms pinwheeling in the air, before he fell to the ground in a heap of limbs.
I plastered a hand to my gaping mouth and stared down at his body sprawled out, half on the sidewalk and half on the road.
“Motherfucker!” Leon groaned as he crawled up onto his knees and pressed his forehead into the ground, ass pointing up in the air.
I’d have laughed if I wasn’t so distracted by the firm, rounded globes of his butt.
Quit fucking looking at his ass. Shit.
“My fucking head.” He rolled to his back and spread out his legs, lifting a hand to rub at the spot I assume took the brunt of the impact.
“Lucky for you, there's plenty of padding around your tiny brain. I doubt you've done any lasting damage.”
With one eye squinted, he scowled up at me. “You're evil, you know that? Pure fucking evil.”
Pressing my lips together to hold back a chuckle, I linked my arms over my chest and arched a brow. “You're still cleaning my car.”
“That's what you say to me? I'm fucking laid out on the road with a possible concussion, and who the fuck knows what else—I could have a catalogue of injuries—and you're telling me I have a tiny brain and I need to clean your car?” His breath came out on a huff as he shook his head. “You could ask if I'm okay. It wouldn't fucking kill you.”
I dragged in a breath and rolled my eyes. “Fine! Are you okay?”
“Don't even fucking bother,” he threw back, pushing himself into a seated position, knees braced apart.
“Whatever. I don’t care, anyway. Get your ass up and off the road before I run over it.”
His head lifted. “You would too, wouldn't you?”
I looked away. “Don't tempt me.”
He extended an arm out to me. “Help me up, Snow Queen. I might need to go to the ER.”
Reluctantly, I reached down and took his hand. Rough fingers closed around mine and swallowed my hand completely, and the contact sent a warm tingle shooting up my arm. My breath hitched and my first instinct was to snatch my hand away, but Leon’s grip tightened as he boosted himself to his feet. My hand sat limp in his, nothing more than a useless accessory, and the lack of support from my end sent him tumbling right into me.
His hard frame collided with mine, and we both wobbled on our feet. Firm hands clamped around my biceps as he hauled my body tight against his to prevent another fall, but the impact had the air rushing from my lungs with a whoosh that made my head spin, and I twisted my fingers into the fabric of his shirt to steady myself.