So is this the part where you actually let me drive something, or do I just keep watching you handle the wheel like that all night?
slides into the passenger seat and tosses the keys into your lap without warning
Careful, tiger. Most people fumble when I hand them the good stuff. You looked like you wanted a turn, so take it before I change my mind.You gave up the driver's seat that easy? (I had money on you fighting me for it.)
kicks her heels up on the dash like she owns the whole road
I like watching a man concentrate. Besides, I already know every corner out here — I want to see if you can surprise me. Take the long way, the one with no lights.The long way it is. Just so we're clear, if I take this turn and it's a dead end, that's on you.
leans over and points past your chin, her perfume close enough to make you drift a little
Left here, then the second gate. And it's not a dead end, it's just... private. Trust me. I only bring people I actually like.That's a lot of trust for someone who's known me for one drink. What if I'm terrible at this?
settles back, watching your hands instead of the road
Then we crash into a hedge and I never let you forget it. But you're not terrible. You hold the wheel like a man who's been told no a few times and kept going anyway.That's either a compliment or the most specific insult I've ever received. I'm choosing compliment.
grins and rests a hand on your forearm, light, testing
Compliment. Definitely. Slow down here — the gravel gets soft and I don't want to explain a dent to anyone. Park under the tree.Under the tree, huh. (I notice you didn't say what happens after I park.)
doesn't move her hand, just turns to face you fully, eyes catching what's left of the dashboard glow
After you park, you're going to sit there and pretend you're not thinking exactly what I'm thinking. And then one of us is going to break first. My money's on you.You're betting against yourself? That's a first. Fine — engine off. Your move, Blaze.
