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“Like you said to me when we first met, why are you making it a big deal? Come on, it’sjustfood, Caroline. I’m not asking you to have a sleepover.”
Heat rises to my cheeks as I narrow my gaze. “That would be strictly against your friends-only policy, now wouldn’t it.”
“Exactly, which is why I’m going to take you to eat, and then I’m going to drop you off at your dorm afterward. Just like agentlemanwould.”
I bite my lip, thinking about how he thrust into me against the wall and buried his mouth in my pussy, whispering dirty words in the dark as he made me come.
“Whatever you’re thinking right now, don’t, Caroline,” he says gutturally. His words are low and rough like he could see the thoughts currently traipsing through my head. “A man is only so fucking strong, gentleman or not.”
“O-okay,” I say, hastily gathering the rest of my stuff and shoving it into my backpack. We close up the rink in silence and make sure the alarm is set before he leads me to the lone vehicle in the parking lot, opening the door for me to slide inside.
The blacked-out Range Rover screams Hudson. Sleek, masculine, and clean.
“Nice car,” I say once he’s in the driver’s seat and pulling out onto the highway, breaking the silence. “Very you.”
“Is it?”
“Yep.” I let theppop, reaching into my backpack to take out the stash of strawberry watermelon Hubba Bubba that I always keep on me. Most people have an addiction to sodas or other unhealthy vices, but mine is the bright green and pink bubble gum that you find at the grocery store right by the checkout.
It started as a child, and I’ve never been able to let it go.
Nor have I tried.
I pop the bite-size piece into my mouth, chewing until it’s soft, and blow a bubble that pops loudly.
“Want a piece?” I ask Hudson. His eyebrows raise in question, but he shrugs as he lets go of the steering wheel and holds out his hand for the gum.
I watch as he chews it silently, then turns his head, our gazes locking.
“Strawberry watermelon, right?”
I nod. “My guilty pleasure.”
A look passes over his face, and then the corner of his lips turns up slightly. “It used to be my favorite flavor.”
That night. The elephant in the room that we avoid, except for tonight, apparently. Tonight, it seems almost impossible to ignore.
“It was the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Untilyou.”
* * *
My options are limitedas to where I can take Caroline since it’s after one in the morning, and the last thing either of us need is to have our photos plastered across a tabloid, becoming the latest scandal. I need a place that’s better than Five Guys and not as crowded.
It just so happens I know of the best food truck in the entire city.
“Cheesie’s?” she asks as we walk up to the bright yellow food truck that’s parked on a side street downtown near the riverfront. It’s late, so there aren’t many people in line, which makes me a little less nervous about someone snapping photos.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve hadThe Mac.” I grin when her eyebrows rise in question.
She doesn’t strike me as the kind of girl who turns her nose up at a food truck, and that’s part of the reason why I brought her here. Cheesie’s seems exactly like the kind of place that Caroline would love.
“Fine. I trust you. But don’t let me down, Romeo. My stomach is counting on you,” she says over her shoulder as she walks over to the picnic table to wait. I quickly rattle off the order and pay, and I stand to the side to wait for our number to be called. It’s surprisingly quick, and when I walk over to her with a handful of food, I can practically see her mouth watering. I almost ask her if she wants a beer, but then I remember she can’t order one… at least without using her fake ID.
“My god, that smellsincredible,” she practically moans, inhaling the closed box in her hands.
“Just wait till you taste it.” I smirk. “Wanna walk by the riverfront while we eat?”
She nods. “Yes, definitely. That’s the one place in Chicago I haven’t had the chance to really see.”
