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He handed it over to me. “I already ate half. Couldn’t wait.”
Smiling, I popped open the box and took a bite. I looked forward to the whole cupcake thing. There was something simply exciting about not knowing what I was about to taste.
One bite and I moaned. “Oh my God, is that Reese’s Pieces in this thing?”
He nodded. “Yep. That’s good shit right there, huh?”
“I want to marry it.”
Jase laughed deeply as he eased the Jeep away from the curb. I didn’t trust myself to speak until I finished off the cupcake and the thrill of his brief, and most likely accidental, touch had stopped racing from my veins, and by that time, we were on the main road, heading toward Martinsburg.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise.” He slid me a sideways glance. “Though you might end up regretting the jeans. Weatherman was saying it was going to get up to the mideighties this afternoon.”
Which was unseasonably warm for early October, but whatever. “I’m fine.”
That one-sided grin tipped up. “That you are.”
Staring at him, a laugh burst free. “Did you . . . ? That was really . . .”
“Awesome?”
I shook my head, grinning like a complete fool. “That was pretty bad.”
He chuckled as he reached over, flipping the station to a blues channel. “I thought it was smooth.”
My mouth opened to ask why he was trying to be smooth, but luckily I stopped myself. That question would probably end up making me look like an idiot by the time it was answered.
Forcing my gaze to the window, I clasped my hands in my lap. “So . . . how are your classes going?”
I cringed at how lame the question sounded, but Jase didn’t appear to notice. “They’re going good. As long as I can get into the rest of my classes next semester, I’ll be graduating in the spring.”
“That’s great.” I smiled broadly, maybe a little too widely. I had no idea what Jase planned to do once he graduated, but I doubted he was going to stay around here. It shouldn’t even be a concern of mine. “Where are you going once you graduate?”
Jase shifted in the driver’s seat, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his leg. “Well, with a degree in environmental studies, I really could go anywhere, but I’ll stay here or commute into D.C. if I can get on with the Department of Interior or WVU. You know they’ve got an agricultural research center outside of Kearneysville.”
“You’re not leaving?” My question came fast.
