Page 680 of Rock Me All Night
I nod an okay and follow him around the corner. The next block is a cul-de-sac lined with perfectly symmetrical two-story, four-bedroom houses.
It doesn't seem like the kind of place that suits Ophelia, but her home is as warm, inviting, and bad ass as she is.
Pete pulls something from the front pocket of his jeans. Keys. He taps them and a car's beep echoes through the air.
Where did that come from?
I stare at my boyfriend.
He smiles back at me then he motions to a car parked on street, some fifteen feet in font of us. Its lights flash as its electric lock disengages.
Pete hands me the keys. "It's yours."
"What?"
He leads me to the car. It's the same as his. A Tesla. A very expensive luxury electric car.
Only it's silver.
"When I asked you what you wanted, you said you wanted a silver Tesla." His eyes fill with affection. "Now you have it."
"But it's so expensive."
"You said you wanted it, so I got it for you."
My heart melts. I slide my arms around his waist. His cotton hoodie is soft and thick but I can still feel the warmth of his body under it.
"Your dad is sober too." He presses his palm between my shoulder blades, pulling me closer.
"And you love me."
"Only two things left. The house on the beach and the cup of coffee."
My tongue is in knots. This is too perfect for words. I murmur something that vaguely resembles a yes.
"Guessing you don't want a giant cup of coffee right now," he says.
"No."
"I'll buy you one first thing tomorrow." He squeezes me tighter. "And you wanted law school to be easier. Can't do much about that. Well… I'm trying something."
"You're being mysterious."
"Yeah." He steps back and leads me to the driver's side door. "Let's take her for a spin. I'll show you a great make-out spot."
I press the keys between my palms. "Okay, but my car is a boy."
He chuckles as we get in the car. "What's his name?"
"Hmmm. Steele."
"Baby, that's a little myopic."
"But you're the only person I want to sit on."
He shakes his head. "You're lucky you look as hot as you do in your glasses, because that was terrible."
I push the bridge of my glasses up my nose. "Okay. How about Peeta?"
