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Authors: Carina Bartsch
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seriously wanted to take advantage of the situation, the first thing I’d have done is shove a gag in your mouth.”
“No one’s forcing you to talk to me,” I said, and then kept my mouth shut until we had reached the Mustang. I took in the sight.
“Like my car?” Elyas asked.
“I love it, to be exact,” I said. “The only thing I don’t like is that it’s yours.”
He laughed softly again, annoying me. No matter how mean I was to him, all he did was laugh. Couldn’t he take something personally even just once ?
He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out the keys, and held them out in front of him. “Wanna drive?”
I stared at him. Had he seriously just offered to let me drive his car? “Really?” I asked, about to jump for joy, though that would not have been the best idea, given my condition. I was about to jump, mind you, because with his next breath, Elyas started belly-laughing, and my joy vanished like a grain of sand in the wind.
“No way,” he said. “No one drives this car except me. Sorry, sweetums.”
My jaw dropped. At some point I was going to kill him! One day he would drive me too far, and then the party would be over! Still grinning, he held the passenger door open, and I climbed in, still annoyed.
But my annoyance quickly passed as I checked out my surroundings. I liked them. I liked them a lot . Sitting inside my dream car for the first time was better than I’d imagined. Just the scent—I took a deep breath of new-car smell and smiled. Not even Elyas, sliding into the driver’s seat, could distract me from my contentedness. And that was something.
“Here,” he said, handing me the bottle of Coke. “You should still be drinking a lot of liquid.”
I nodded and, as I waited for the car to start, even briefly forgot the embarrassment of my fainting spell. When he turned the key and the engine roared loudly, a sound I loved more than anything, it was as though I were drunk. The revving even vibrated my butt—and, damn, I loved it!
The only thing that marred my excitement was that Elyas drove like a lunatic. He had apparently never heard of speed limits, and why take soft turns when you can cut them sharp just as well? Though I should have been terrified, I felt at peace. Despite his maniacal driving, Elyas radiated confidence and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I couldn’t explain why I felt I was in such good hands.
The breakneck speed had one disadvantage: our spin was over all too quickly. Still, I had fully savored every single second in that car.
When we got out, Elyas insisted he should accompany me upstairs. I objected because it would require spending even more time with him. But no matter what I said, he would not be swayed. He stayed right on my heels. By then I felt considerably better—mostly thanks to the ride in the Mustang—but I was still shaky on my legs. That didn’t keep me from pushing Elyas away every time he tried to help.
After a long struggle, we finally reached my room, and Eva was visibly surprised to see who I had in tow. In fact, she was so into Elyas that she didn’t notice my shaky condition.
“Hi,” she said in a breathy voice, twirling a long strand of black hair around her index finger. “I’m Eva. Who are you?”
I rolled my eyes, walked away from the two of them, and let go of my last bit of strength, dropping onto my bed like a wet sack.
“I’m Elyas,” he said, offering her his hand. “Nice to meet you, Eva.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” she said.
He smiled at her in his charming way, the smugness twinkling in his eyes again. Then, most regrettably, he turned back to me and came to the side of my bed. “Do you need anything else, Emely?”
“Um, yes—to be left alone,” I growled.
He raised an eyebrow. “How about: ‘Thanks, Elyas. You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?’” I grumbled and bit my lower lip because everything inside me resisted thanking him. Sadly, though, he was right. I
“No one’s forcing you to talk to me,” I said, and then kept my mouth shut until we had reached the Mustang. I took in the sight.
“Like my car?” Elyas asked.
“I love it, to be exact,” I said. “The only thing I don’t like is that it’s yours.”
He laughed softly again, annoying me. No matter how mean I was to him, all he did was laugh. Couldn’t he take something personally even just once ?
He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out the keys, and held them out in front of him. “Wanna drive?”
I stared at him. Had he seriously just offered to let me drive his car? “Really?” I asked, about to jump for joy, though that would not have been the best idea, given my condition. I was about to jump, mind you, because with his next breath, Elyas started belly-laughing, and my joy vanished like a grain of sand in the wind.
“No way,” he said. “No one drives this car except me. Sorry, sweetums.”
My jaw dropped. At some point I was going to kill him! One day he would drive me too far, and then the party would be over! Still grinning, he held the passenger door open, and I climbed in, still annoyed.
But my annoyance quickly passed as I checked out my surroundings. I liked them. I liked them a lot . Sitting inside my dream car for the first time was better than I’d imagined. Just the scent—I took a deep breath of new-car smell and smiled. Not even Elyas, sliding into the driver’s seat, could distract me from my contentedness. And that was something.
“Here,” he said, handing me the bottle of Coke. “You should still be drinking a lot of liquid.”
I nodded and, as I waited for the car to start, even briefly forgot the embarrassment of my fainting spell. When he turned the key and the engine roared loudly, a sound I loved more than anything, it was as though I were drunk. The revving even vibrated my butt—and, damn, I loved it!
The only thing that marred my excitement was that Elyas drove like a lunatic. He had apparently never heard of speed limits, and why take soft turns when you can cut them sharp just as well? Though I should have been terrified, I felt at peace. Despite his maniacal driving, Elyas radiated confidence and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I couldn’t explain why I felt I was in such good hands.
The breakneck speed had one disadvantage: our spin was over all too quickly. Still, I had fully savored every single second in that car.
When we got out, Elyas insisted he should accompany me upstairs. I objected because it would require spending even more time with him. But no matter what I said, he would not be swayed. He stayed right on my heels. By then I felt considerably better—mostly thanks to the ride in the Mustang—but I was still shaky on my legs. That didn’t keep me from pushing Elyas away every time he tried to help.
After a long struggle, we finally reached my room, and Eva was visibly surprised to see who I had in tow. In fact, she was so into Elyas that she didn’t notice my shaky condition.
“Hi,” she said in a breathy voice, twirling a long strand of black hair around her index finger. “I’m Eva. Who are you?”
I rolled my eyes, walked away from the two of them, and let go of my last bit of strength, dropping onto my bed like a wet sack.
“I’m Elyas,” he said, offering her his hand. “Nice to meet you, Eva.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” she said.
He smiled at her in his charming way, the smugness twinkling in his eyes again. Then, most regrettably, he turned back to me and came to the side of my bed. “Do you need anything else, Emely?”
“Um, yes—to be left alone,” I growled.
He raised an eyebrow. “How about: ‘Thanks, Elyas. You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?’” I grumbled and bit my lower lip because everything inside me resisted thanking him. Sadly, though, he was right. I
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