Wilde is not just pretending he’s not sleeping with his stepsister, he’s still acting like I’m not worth his time in front of others.
I’d love to say it doesn’t hurt. That I’m used to this behavior since I’ve experienced it my entire life.
But this guy just took my virginity and is making rules like I belong to him, so I guess I want…more.
“Where are we going?”
“To get your driver’s license.”
Ouch. That hurts even more.
Wilde’s nostrils flare, and he looks over me. “What’s wrong?”
I shrug. “Why? Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. I scented pain.”
“Are you sick of driving me around?”
Wilde shocks me by swerving sharply to pull over. “Hey.” It’s a command of sorts.
I give him my gaze, and he holds it.
“Rayne-bow, I’m gonna keep driving you every fucking day. It’s my job. As far as I’m concerned, no one needs to know you got your license. I just want you to have all the empowerment you need.” He shrugs. “You should have a license. And I’m sorry I haven’t taken you yet.”
Oh damn. Everything in my chest goes soft and gooey.
Wilde’s being sweet.
“Oh. Thank you.”
He flashes me a grin. “We good?” He waits for me to nod then puts the Jeep back in gear and climbs back on the road.
“Why today? Are you missing practice for this?”
“Yeah. I have plans for you afterward.”
“What plans?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
Oh.
My insides fizz and pop with excitement. I hope it’s sex. I really need more sex.
Wilde takes me to the DMV, and I pass the driver’s test. Afterward, he takes me to celebrate at a gelato place.
“Were these your plans?” I ask as I scoop the last spoonful of double dark chocolate gelato into my mouth.
“Nope.”
“What are they?”
“No questions, Rayne-bow. Come on, let’s go.”
“Are we going to Abe and Austin’s cabin?” I persist.
Of course, he doesn’t answer. He drives us back to Wolf Ridge and then winds back up into the mountains. He parks on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and throws open his door.