Page 108 of Always Love You More

Chapter 26

Sam

Thewindowsaredown,music blasting, and I can’t take my eyes off of Jameson. I didn’t think you could be attracted to the way someone drives a car, yet here we are.

The only time his hand isn’t on my thigh is when he’s shifting gears. He handles the car so smoothly I can barely tell how fast we’re going.

We take a sharp turn, his grip on my thigh tightening, and I instinctively grab onto him, steadying myself.

“Goddamn, this car!” Billy yells from the back seat.

I close my eyes, letting the music wash over me and the wind hit my face, then turn to the window, cranking it down all the way. Shifting in my seat, I slide toward the door and lean my upper half out the window. Jameson keeps his hand on my leg, tethering me to both him and the car.

The world whips past me, my hair flying all over the place. I feel so fucking free. So alive.

I don’t know how long I stay like this, probably not more than a couple of minutes, before I’m moving back into my seat.

Jameson looks over at me, his eyes bright. “You’re crazy.”

He shifts his attention back to the road, taking a turn that makes me squeal. The sound pulls his gaze back to me.

“You love it,” he says. “Don’t you?” He starts to move his hand on my thigh, slowly drifting back and forth. “Going fast.”

“It’s such a fucking rush,” I shout over the music.

“If I didn’t promise your brother, I’d show you how fast this thing can really go.”

I catch his hand on my thigh, intertwining my fingers with his, and we keep driving until the back roads eventually lead us into town.

Jameson slows his speed as the signs of fast food restaurants light the street.

“You hungry?” he asks.

“I could eat.”

He raises his voice so Billy can hear, repeating his question.

“Hell yeah,” Billy answers, drumming his hands against the back of my seat. “I’m starving.”

We pull into a McDonald’s, and Jameson orders for us, already knowing what we like, then drives up to the window.

I reach for my purse but stop when he says, “Not a chance, baby. I’ve got ya.”

Billy tries to push money into his hands, telling Jameson that he can’t pay on his birthday, but Jameson only waves him off.

He shifts, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket, and I try not to think about what he’s done to get the money. I push the thought down into the place I always bury it and accept the bag of food and drinks he hands me.

We find a spot in the nearly empty parking lot, the streetlamp above us flickering. Jameson cuts the engine and it’s suddenly quiet.

I open the bag, handing out our food, before excitedly popping the top off my milkshake and dipping a fry in.

“I still don’t believe that tastes good,” Jameson tells me.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” I respond, dipping another fry and holding it out to him.

“Yeah, that’s still a no, baby.”

The first time he saw me do this, he had the same reaction. Although he was a bit more dramatic that time. I told him to try it, and he refused.