Page 11 of Breaking Matt
"I'll take you home myself," Matthew said, his hand gripping my arm. I leaned closer and he put an arm around me. I burrowed in closer, sliding my arm around his waist. I breathed him in. He smelled so good.
"Mmm."
"Will you make sure Courtney gets home okay?" Matthew asked Mark.
"Yeah. I will."
With that, Matthew guided me through the throng of people. When we left through the front door and the fresh air hit me, I swear I felt drunker than before.
I missed a step and Matthew grasped me closer to him as he led me to his car.
"You know what?" I began to babble. "You could be a murderer."
"You think so?"
I nodded, my head feeling heavier than before.
"Yeah. Are you going to kill me?" I arched an eyebrow at him.
His chest vibrated with a low laugh. "No."
"Good."
I leaned my head against him, feeling tired.
It didn't take long before I was safely tucked in the passenger side of his car. He secured my seatbelt. The car was much nicer than what most guys drove and it still held the new smell of leather.
I watched him dreamily when he slid into the car and started it up.
"You okay?" he asked.
I nodded slowly. My body was angled toward his and my face was resting against the seat.
"If you need to throw up, just shout," he said before he backed out and started to drive.
He was so handsome. I watched him with fascination as he drove. I took in every motion—when his eyes lifted to look at the rearview mirror, when his eyes scanned the cars around us when we stopped at a traffic light.
"You didn't have to," I said, breaking the silence.
"Do what?" he asked. His concentration was still on the road in front of us.
"Take me home."
"It's nothing."
But it wasn't. There weren't many guys who would do what he had.
He pulled up in front of my apartment block.
"How did you know where I live?" I asked, feeling confused as I shifted in the seat to look out the window.
"You told me earlier."
I didn't remember telling him, but maybe I had forgotten.
He got out as I struggled with my seatbelt, but as much as I tried I couldn't open it. A few moments later the door opened and he unbuckled my seatbelt for me. He helped me out. He closed the door before he put an arm around me and led me to my building.
"Which floor?" he asked when we got to the elevator.
