Page 22 of Love Off Course

“I can’t believe you blinded me, woman.”

“That’ll teach you to gape at my boobs.”

“They’re nice boob?—”

She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes me toward the sink. “Hush.”

“You’re a mean little thing. I changed my mind,” I mutter. “Not a good guy. You’re the villain,abejita.”

“Villains always have cool cars,” she tosses back, splashing the lukewarm water in my face.

“What kind of car does my villain have?”

“I’m not your villain.”

“This is my story. You’re in it. You’re mine.”

She huffs, but it lacks her usual fire. “I have a pearl-white Jaguar F-Type.”

“Does it go fast?”

“Really fast.”

“Do you like to go fast?” I peek at her now that my eyes aren’t burning so much.

“I like to get there in one piece.”

I turn off the sink and rise to my full height. I love how she has to crane her neck up to see me. In the small space, she doesn’t have much room to escape. “You ever just enjoy the ride? Roll down the windows and let the wind mess up your hair a little?”

Her brows crash together. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I…because…I…” She sighs. “I don’t know.”

“I like your lips.”

She parts them. “I thought you liked my boobs.”

“I like those too,” I tell her with a smug grin. “I like a lot of things about you. Apparently I have a thing for villains.”

“I’m the good guy,” she tells me primly. “Damian already said so. You can’t change the rules.”

“Oh, I don’t change the rules.” I lift my hand and gently drag my thumb along her cheek. Her eyelashes flutter. Then, I reach back and tug on her hair tie. “I break them.”

She squeals in fury when I steal her hair tie and back out of the bathroom. I can feel her fire behind me as she follows. When I look over my shoulder to smirk at her, I’m caught off guard.

Blazing brown eyes.

Now messy chocolate-colored hair.

Pink cheeks from anger.

Fucking beautiful.

Damn.

A hurricane may be coming, but we have a storm right here with us. I’m struck in a single moment that makes my heart beat too fast in my chest that this girl is going to obliterate me.