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“How do you drive this thing?” I ask. “I’d be terrified that I would run over stuff like another car or a little old lady.”
He laughs as he opens the driver side door.
“I’ve haven’t run over a little old lady as of yet.”
“Thank goodness.”
“Go ahead and hop in,” he suggests.
“I’m not driving this thing,” I insist.
“Just sit inside.”
I sigh as I grab on to the door and hoist myself up into the truck. I’m immediately hit with the smell of leather combined with Tyler’s cologne, and it’s pretty fantastic. The truck is spotless, and I can see everything around me.
“Start ’em up,” he says, handing me the keys. “Feel the power.”
I glance at him. He seems absolutely giddy about introducing me to Axel, so I indulge him.
The truck roars as I turn the key, and the screen on the dash illuminates. Admittedly, this truck is nicer than I thought. He closes the door and runs over to the passenger side.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he jumps in.
“Getting comfortable.” He adjusts a few things on the screen.
“Um, why?”
“Because you’re driving.”
“I’m not,” I shout.
“Oh, come on, have some fun.”
I put my hands on the steering wheel. “Where should I go?”
He shrugs. “Anywhere you want. McDonalds? The beach?”
I raise my eyebrows. “The beach?”
“Why not? I thought you wanted to live on the edge?”
I press my lips together. Without another word, I put the truck in drive and carefully inch out of the parking space. Thankfully, Tyler backed into the spot, so I don’t have to worry about reversing. I move slowly out of the parking lot, gripping the steering wheel firmly.
He leans over. “No pressure, but my grandmother drives faster than you.”
I scowl. “I’m trying to get used to it.”
“Just go for it. Don’t hold back.”
I pull onto the main street, and thankfully there are no cars around me, so I accelerate, making the engine roar.
“Ah. Pretty sweet ride, isn’t it?” he asks.
The truck moves a lot smoother than I expect, and it’s kind of fun to be sitting up so high.
“You must think I’m incredibly boring,” I say, checking my rearview mirror.
“Not at all,” he says. “If I did, I wouldn’t be hanging out with you.”
