Page 37 of Confessions of a Carpool Captive
“If I wanted you to know, I’d tell you,” Kel responds.
“Shh…” I hush. “Please, let’s let Finn rest.”
He leans back in the seat and rotates his head to face me, winking.
He’s sick as a dog and still cute as hell. I don’t know why I feel so protective of him right now, but I do.
The drive is longer than usual. There’s an accident and gapers are causing a delay. It takes me three hours to get Emerson and Kel home. Finn wakes up just as I drop off Ernesto. Thank God he had the addresses saved. He starts to cough.
“You sound terrible.”
“Holy shit, did I sleep through the whole drive?” he questions.
I nod. “You obviously needed it.”
“Pull over and I’ll drive you home.” He starts to cough again and I feel horrible for him. He looks awful.
“There’s no way you can drive yourself home. You can barely hold your head up.”
“I’ll be fine.”
I cringe as I stare at him. He closes his eyes again and falls asleep. What do I do? I sit there for a minute and look at him. Really look at him.
His dark glasses are perched on his nose. It’s a perfect nose, if there is such a thing. He has high cheekbones for a guy, but his face is masculine and strong. His lips are parted ever so slightly and it causes me to think about kissing them. I can hear him breathing; it’s soft and relaxing, like a fan in your room at night. His tie is hanging loosely around his neck and he’s slouched in the seat. I wonder if he’s cold so I turn up the heat.
I have this strange desire to take care of him. I can’t send him home like this. I decide to do the only thing I can think of. I drive him back to my place.
