Page 46 of Love Collided

I pulled back, gasping for air, but his hands held me in place.

“I officially like back seats. Might have to start spending more time in them,” he whispered.

“Good luck with that.”

“You won’t be joining me?”

“I’m pretty sure this will need to be a one-time situation.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around my lower back until I was pressed against him again. “It could be a two or three time thing.”

I slipped out of his arms and slid into the front seat, never looking away from him as his head tilted back, and he closed his eyes. It was exactly what I had been doing when he came back there with me, and I wondered why he looked so hot doing it. Like he was ready and waiting for me to climb over him again.

“Thanks for the hoodie. And for….” My voice trailed off, not sure how to say it.

How was I supposed to say thank you for helping me break up with my boyfriend, or thank you for being such a jerk that I saw that he was a bigger one? Or maybe thank you for letting me kiss you?

None of them sounded all that great.

“Just thanks, I guess.”

“Ready to go back in?”

“To face the entire crew?”

“To get a drink and have a party. If we aren’t staying in this backseat with you on top of me, then I am sure as hell going to need a drink.”

That made me smile, and I nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready for that. And no throwing over the shoulder will be necessary.”

FOURTEEN

CHASE

Over a week had goneby and I hadn’t seen or heard from Scout except when she canceled our planned time to work on my car. She didn’t text me back, and apparently, wasn’t thinking about me the same way I had been thinking about her.

The girl crawled in my fucking lap to kiss me and then ghosted me.

It was honestly a first. Usually, I was the one dodging calls and texts, but suddenly I’m interested in doing that again with her and she’s the one to ditch me.

The way the world was turning around to bite me in the ass for all the times I had done that to someone was almost rude. Now I’m the one left wondering, and waiting, for her to respond.

Every day that passed was starting to eat at me more. I don’t know when I became so worried about Scout, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Classes, parties, and working didn’t seem to take my mind off of her. The one thing I usually did to clear my mind was race, and that only made me think of her more. The worst part of it all was the thought that she wasn’t responding to me because she was back with Jesse.

I was so annoyed about it all, I finally texted Fox to ask if they were at the garage because I needed to get things done on my car.

Luckily, he responded quick, and twenty minutes later I was pulling up to the garage.

Scout was out front, her red hair braided into the two long braids again, giving me a full view of her face. The sharp slant to her jaw, the small nose, and the cute way her eyebrows furrowed as she fought to pull a large box out of her car. She was dressed in jeans and a tight Holt Racing shirt, and fuck if I couldn’t sit here all day watching her. I assumed the Uber driver wouldn’t love that. After I gave back the Audi, I hadn’t decided on a new car to buy, and decided coming in an Uber might give me a good excuse to ask Scout for a ride back home.

I hopped out, and her face fell when she turned to see it was me. I hoped it wasn’t as bad as I thought, but I was already trying to decide if I was going to hold my tongue or cuss her out if she told me she was back with Jesse.

I didn’t know why she was mad this time, but I was pretty confident that I was going to pry it out of her. The girl was a tidal wave of emotions, and I didn’t think she was going to be able to hold back from me for long. If the first night we met was an indication, I was going to have to wait all of five seconds before she exploded.

“Hey Hellcat. You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Yes, and?”

“And I’ve run out of patience waiting for you to be done avoiding me.”

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