Page 61 of For Three Seconds

“You sit on my lap, Scar, and all I’d want to do is fuck some sense into you.”

I gaped at him—not to mention, I felt a tingle between my legs. I think I was so used to doing wrong things with Gav, they were starting to seem right.

“Go to the passenger seat, Scar,” Gavin sighed.

And because we were making a scene and people were looking at us, I did it. And because I was mad at him, and at myself, I figured another wrong thing couldn’t hurt. So instead of doing things the right way, I kneeled in and heard Gavin groan as I crawled over.

“Fuck me. If I wasn’t right behind you, someone could have seen your ass,” Gavin barked at me. He was in my space, buckling me in and pulling off fast.

“You should have let me use my door,” I said to him when he didn’t say anything.

I turned my head, using my hair as a shield to see his jaw set and his fingers holding on to the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white.

“I was scared that by the time I got to my seat, you would have run the other way,” he said.

“So instead, you manhandled me?”

“Do you trust me, Scar?” he asked instead.

I looked out the window. “I want to.”

Gavin didn’t speak, and neither did I. I figured he was taking us to his place or mine, maybe even back to the park, but I sat up straighter when I saw him driving toward the highway.

“Where are we going?”

“Not that far,” was his response.

I laid my head on the window as if that was going to give me space from Gav. I hadn’t seen much of Gigi. It was almost like I could pretend out of sight out of mind, but she was right there, and she would always be. Even if Gavin didn’t want to admit it, he chose her over me.

I closed my eyes and waited for whatever was going to happen next. It was safe to say I could fall asleep anywhere or anytime. I was a nap queen. I jerked awake when I heard Gavin order food. It took me a second to realize we were in one of my favorite fast-food chains.

I knew I was in no position to demand a mint chocolate chip shake, but we’d been driving for I didn’t know how long, and I was hungry now.

“Can I get—”

“Mint chocolate chip shake, large fries, and a cheeseburger,” Gavin finished for me.

I nodded because I sometimes forgot how much he knew about me. And also, I was just going to ask for a shake, and he got me the whole meal.

We went on our way, Gavin handing me the hot food while he kept on driving. I couldn’t help myself and started to snack on my fries.

“You still have that habit,” he said.

When I looked at him, there was a small smile.

“It’s compulsive.”

“Give me some.” He opened his mouth, and I looked down at the fries. “So, only you can eat the food?”

“See, by the time you take me wherever you are taking me, my fries will be gone. But if you eat now, your fries will also be gone, so I will have no fries to eat once we actually get to wherever we are going.”

He shook his head, but he did it smiling, and he didn’t ask for more fries.

A few minutes later, he was pulling up at a weird-looking meadow. There was no entrance, no roads with names anymore. He took a turn through a little path that seemed to be imprinted by tires.

“Whoa,” I said once we stopped at a pretty-looking lake. “How did you know about this place?”

“Ollie’s parents own it.” He pointed to a cabin that was farther down. “They use it when they go hunting.”

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