Page 66 of Never You

“I’m a piece of shit.”

“You’re not.” She pauses, and I glance over at her. “You just act like one.”

I smile at her, soaking in the kindness in her eyes, making sure I keep the look she’s giving me forever imprinted in my head.She might be wrong, but that doesn’t mean I can’t cherish this moment forever.

The ringing of her phone echoes through the car, and she startles at the loud sound of it. “For Pete’s sake,” she murmurs with a southern drawl that has me laughing, shaking my head as I look at the dashboard to see who it is.

June.

“Who is that?”

“My aunt. Hi,” Rae says when she presses a button to answer the call. Her voice is soft and she kinda shrinks, sinking deeper into her seat.

“Rae, honey, Johnny tells me you're bringing these two boys home. Is this true?”

“Uhm, yeah.”

“And you’re dating one of them? What’s his name?”

Her cheeks grow flushed, panic lacing her eyes.

“Err, I’m sorry. I can’t hear you.” She makes a cracking sound, and I watch her, entertained. “We’re driving into a tunnel. I’ll see you Friday. Love you!”

Before June can say anything else, she leans in again, hanging up the phone by pressing the button on the wheel as I stare at her with amusement.

“Keep your eyes on the road,hockey boy.” She glares, rolling her eyes.

“Nothing. Very original, the whole tunnel thing. I bet that wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“See, this is one of those moments where youactlike an asshole, but you don’thaveto.”

“There is no fun in that.” I wink, and I swear I can see her breath hitch.

“Just drive.”

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Sucking in the flavor, I feel like I'm in heaven, loving the most gorgeous piece of meat I’ve ever had in my mouth as I eagerly swallow, hungry for more. The warm juice lands on my tongue, and I close my eyes, letting out a desperate moan.

“What?” I frown, looking at Jensen staring at me like I told him I hate puppies, completely shocked.

I don’t, for the record.

Ferociously, I tear my teeth into the piece of chicken in my hand, letting out another moan when the crunchy skin takes residence between my teeth.

“I have never seen a woman eat chicken like that.” Jensen holds his chicken mid-air, his sunglasses still covering his handsome face, yet I can see his eyebrows peeking above the metal of the frames.

“Like what?” I ask, brazen, as I take another bite.

“Like you’re a dinosaur, ripping apart a baby rabbit.”

“That’s disgusting.” I shake my head.

“Says the woman going all feral on some fried chicken.”

“What? Ireallylike fried chicken.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

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