Chapter Forty-Five: Tall Glass Of You

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Jackass asked as soon as he got in the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. "I've been better." My answer made his face contort into worry, making me fight to keep my own neutral.

"Do you want to have a chat about it?" there's that tenderness again, it's not fair. How do I say no to that?

"Maybe later. Thank you for lending me your car ... that meant a lot to me." The meekness that has come with these sudden feelings for Jackass was one thing I was not a fan of. There I was, in the driver's seat with the hottest man alive next to me, and I had my head bowed, eyes concentrating on the fingers that were wringing together vigorously. Like a meek little lamb. Azania, the damsel in distress. Pathetic. His rough calloused fingers found mine and intertwined. A finger popped underneath my chin to lift my head up, so I could look into his stormy blue eyes.