Page 21 of Never You

A jittery feeling bubbles in my stomach as I’m wondering why I’m still hoping this is a joke, because I know it ain’t. The determined look on his annoyingly handsome face says it all.

Jensen doesn’t joke, nor does he listen. I honestly think it’s not in his DNA to listen to anything other than his own wills and wants. I’ve had so many discussions with the boy, always with the same outcome. He always does whatever the fuck he wants.

Consequences be damned. I guess that’s what you become when you are a spoiled little boy coming from an elite family.

Nois not in their vocabulary.

Lazily, he keeps his attention on me, and his piercing eyes burn through my skin, even though his sunglasses block me from looking into them.

“Look, it’ll take about one more hour before both our faces are going viral, so about two more hours before the first paparazzi bitches are hanging around my house. I’m not dealing with that shit.”

“And how is thatmyproblem, exactly?”

He leans his head against the window, ignoring me, and I can see the movement of his eyes shutting behind his glasses, clearly getting ready to take a nap in my passenger seat.

“You literally can goanywhereelse,” I cry with my hands in the air, wrinkling my nose. “You have a jet waiting for you!”

“I haven’t been on a road trip in a while. Now just let me sleep for a few hours. I’ve had a rough couple of nights.”

Pinching my lips together with a shake of my head, I desperately look over my shoulder for some backup. Bodi’s playing with his phone but brings up his eyes when I call out his name.

He offers me a coy smile, looking nothing like the douchebag beside me, with his green flannel shirt, his chocolate brown hair, and his kind eyes. I give him a hopeful look, trying to spur him into action to drag his best friend out of my car. But instead, he shrugs.

“I’ve learned to just roll with it,” he explains, then moves his focus back to his phone.

He’s no fucking help at all.

I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. “I just can’t get rid of you, can I?”

“Like he said.” Jensen jerks his thumb to the backseat without looking up. “Just roll with it.”

I drop my head on the steering wheel in defeat, my skin connecting with the cold leather.

He has no boundaries. Like at all.

“Fuck me,” I mumble, opening my eyes again, my skull still in the same position.

“I would love to, but I’m not in the mood right now.” I sit back up, slapping his arm in response, and he ducks a little into the door with a chuckle, before my head connects with the wheel once more.

How am I still dealing with this shit?

And how am I now doomed to Jared James Jensen as my road trip buddy?

“Hey, just look at it this way...” I gently twist my head to see a lopsided grin forming on his handsome face, his eyes peering at me from under the safety of his glasses. “You won’t be alone, and we can take turns driving. I’m guessing your folks will be very grateful that there are two strong men who can protect you for the next three days.”

I straighten my shoulders, our eyes staying locked as I think over his words. His sunglasses hang on the tip of his nose, his gaze now fully focused on mine, causing my heart to beat a little faster.

If he didn’t annoy the shit out of me, I’d admit he looks cute with his bad boy look.

Black ink peeks from under his sleeve, tempting me to brush the fabric up and explore his inked arm. I’ve wondered numerous times what kind of art he chose to have engraved into his skin, but I always made sure I’d keep myself busy scowling at him, making damn sure he wouldn’t distract me.

Who am I kidding? He’s sexy as fuck. Too bad he’s also a pain in my ass.

My ego doesn’t want to agree with anything he says, but he has a point.

I love road trips, but I’ve done this trip many times before. Even though I like some alone time, after day three, I’m mostlybored. Letting them tag along means I at least have someone to talk to. And by someone, I mean Bodi.

“Five,” I correct him.

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