Page 45 of Xander
I tagged my bag and slung it over my shoulder, then I made my way to my door.
He reached around me and opened it, then stood there as I locked it.
When we started walking, I didn’t know who had made the move first, but we ended up with our hands intertwined as we exited my apartment.
A pretty black truck was parked out front, and it looked good, but my eyes scanned for his bike.
I frowned when I didn’t see it, and felt my brows rise when he stopped in front of the truck and beeped the locks.
My head snapped back so I could look up at him, “Yours?”
He nodded, “Tell you more in a minute.”
Then he opened the passenger side door for me.
I grabbed the OS bar and climbed in.
I heard a sharp inhale of breath come from him as I did so.
And I couldn’t help but smile and want to do a little shimmy of my ass for him, but I refrained.
That would be later.
Once I was settled, he stepped in, took the seatbelt, and buckled me in.
I looked at him and giggled, “Really?”
He shrugged, “Got precious cargo. Need it safe.”
And with that bomb dropped, he closed the door.
I watched him as he rounded the hood and climbed into the driver’s seat.
He started the engine, then looked over at me.
“You're not going to buckle up?” I teased.
He chuckled, then he shook his head.
I lifted a brow.
His eyes narrowed, “Got a feeling you’ll be winning every argument between us. But not this.”
I narrowed my own eyes, “Xander.”
He shook his head, “Here’s why I’m not buckling up. Should someone come after me and use you to get to me, having tounbuckle will only piss me off. And having someone come after me while you’re with me? I’d go fucking nuclear.”
I sat back in my seat.
And kept my mouth closed.
He chuckled, “Wish I could record this moment to remember it.”
I snickered, “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”
He winked, “Yes, ma’am.”
We were on our way to wherever he was taking me, then I recalled what he said.
