𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 ☑️

Chapter 26: The Closet

Ash and I are driving home. The car is filled with my rosy sweet perfume and his spicy musk. We sit in comfortable silence. 

Of course, that comfort immediately turns into hot tension when he opens his mouth to say something.

God, every time he opens his mouth it heats up.

"So..." He glances at me.

"Hm?" I ask, the back of my head leaning on the window, my body turned to him.

His eyes dart down my torso, then back to my eyes. 

"Guess our baby siblings are finally together?"

"Mm, yeah." I hum sleepily.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"Yeah." I yawn. "When do we get to the dorms?"

"Oh. Did you want to go to the dorms? Shoot, I passed them already." He fakes a shocked look.

I stifle a laugh.

"Guess you'll have to stay over at mine." He shrugs.

"Wow, you idiot. You accidentally missed my stop." I roll my eyes teasingly.

"Yeah. I'm very sorry about that." He says, not at all apologetic.

"Wait, but I need to change and brush my teeth and stuff."

"Oh, I can help you get out of that dress." His eyes run down my body once more.

The atmosphere changes immediately. Is it hot in here? Or just me?

I stare at his jawline as he looks back to the road. I can't help the smile tugging at my lips. 

"You can help me. I can't reach the zip anyways." 

I smirk even bigger when he whips his head around, shocked, his eyes widening. The look is eventually concealed by his normal freaking sexy look.

"I'd love to." His eyes go to my lips.

I yelp when he swerves the car. "Okay, well don't crash the fvcking car on the way!"

He grins evilly at me. Then he swerves again.

I get pushed to his side of the car. 

Smart devil.

My chest is leaning on his shoulder, my seatbelt digging into my hip. My breath is on his neck, and I see him grit his teeth. I smile and huff out a breathy laugh, which gets his jaw working.

"You can get off of me now." He says, stiffly. 

Did I affect him that much?

"Um, you're the one that can't bloody drive," I complain, sitting back up. I wrench my seatbelt off of me and sit with none.

"That's illegal." He looks at me pointedly.

"That swerve was illegal." I shoot back.

"Your body should be illegal." He smirks.

"Your face is illegal." When I say this, he smiles hugely.

"You are illegal." He grins.

"Your abs should be illegal." Now, I flirt, unashamed.

"The way I want you should be illegal."

My blood rushes through my veins.

He wants me.

HE WANTS ME.

And I want him.

There's a beat before I reply.