I sat in the driver's seat of his car and could reach absolutely nothing. "Are you even human?" I asked. "How do you drive from this position?"
"Stop whining and just adjust the seat, you big baby."
I stuck out my tongue and decided I wouldn't be returning the seat to this position as payback for that comment.
When I could finally reach the pedals and steering wheel, I started up the car and pulled out of the tight parking space, silently praying it would still be there when we got back because street parking in his neighborhood was thin on the ground.
"So where exactly, are we getting these tacos?" I asked as I approached the first stop light and needed to know where I was going.
"Tacos & Subs is closest," he said. "But Mighty would be way better."
"Mighty is farther away." I pointed out but still put on my blinker to go in that direction.
He laughed and turned up the heat. Fall was fast slipping into winter and I was definitely regretting leaving my tights even if I was coming back because my legs were shivering.
As I flicked on my blinker at the driveway to Mighty, I chanced a look at him. He didn't seem at all bothered to have someone else driving his car. Far calmer, I could guarantee that I would have been in the opposite position but ... details.
"You better know what you want." I said, nosing the car into line.
"Oh, I know," he answered with a Cheshire grin.
I had the distinct feeling he wasn't talking about tacos. I cleared my throat. "Are you going to tell me so I can order?" My window was already down and we were the next car in line.
I drummed my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. "So, what? I'm supposed to guess? Is this some kind of weird test? 'If she can guess my taco order we can keep hooking up?'"
He squinted at me for a moment. "That would be an excellent test but I just plan to lean over and order myself. Don't want to risk a translation error - tacos are very important after all."
I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of my head. Rather than dignify that statement with a response, I pulled up to the speaker where the crackling voice asked what it could get for us.
Turning to him with a snarky comment poised on my tongue, I found him already leaning over the console toward my lap. He placed a hand on the seat between my legs (good thing I "man spread" when I drive) and hauled his entire upper body into my personal space as he ordered. I might be sleeping with this guy but it still felt awkward to have him so close.
"See," he said, his face very close to mine. "It's more fun this way."
I was milliseconds away from disagreeing when he kissed me. My foot nearly slipped off the brake in surprise. But good surprise. Very good surprise. As I returned his kiss, I felt him shifting his weight off the hand he had so casually planted between my legs when ordering.
"Isn't this more fun?" he whispered, dropping kissing down my neck like we weren't waiting in a drive thru line at midnight.
A breathy "yes" was all I could manage as his fingers danced across my inner thigh. Just as his finger hooked around the lace edge of my underwear -
This time my foot did slip off the brake as the car behind us got impatient that we weren't moving forward with the line.
We both laughed, the strange bubble of illicit desire broken, and he moved back to his side of the car. His hand stayed on my thigh as I pulled up to the window.
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