“A wig? I don’t think so.” He takes a sip from his water bottle and then looks back over at me. “When you’re running your fingers through it screaming my name, you’ll know it’s real, baby.”
“Dude, that will never happen. Like ever.” I have never met anyone so arrogant in my life. Does he really think women are just so taken with him that they will just throw themselves all over him?
“Wanna bet?”
“No, I don’t want to bet. You’re sick and twisted, and obviously, completely in love with yourself.”
“Well, someone’s gotta be.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“What? You don’t think I’m lovable?” he asks.
“No, not really, Storm.”
“Niko loves me.” Niko’s ear quirks in our direction at the mention of his name, but he doesn’t lift his head.
“Yeah, I’m sure he does, because you feed him.”
Storm looks disturbed by this statement. “You think your cat loves you, Evelyn?”
“I know he does. He sleeps with me every night, and he follows me around and does rubbies all over my legs.
Storm pats Niko on the head and the dog’s big fuzzy tail starts to wag erratically. “I know he loves me. He’s my best friend. I saved his life.”
“Did you really?”
He nods, still caressing Niko’s ears.
“Will you tell me about it?” Any story would be good right now. Time is dragging in this truck, and I am legit losing my mind without any television or internet. There are so many Facebook statuses I could have made during this ordeal—they’d get like ninety-nine likes each.
“I’ll tell you, but only if you hold my hand again while I tell you.”
“What? I don’t think so.”
Grabbing my hand tightly in his, he pleads with his sexy green eyes. “Come on. I like how it feels. I’ll behave myself. I promise.”
Even though, he’s an annoying ass, he is kind of cute, so I have to grin at him for his efforts “Is that even possible? For you to behave?”