so—if he knew what I was doing. I turn my gaze back to the road as Tobias rolls down his window.
“You ready, bro?” he asks, and his brother nods, fingers clamped around the wheel.
“Let's do this,” he growls, and the intensity in his voice makes my blood feel hot, adrenaline coursing through me. My own hands curl on the wheel, and I slide my tongue across my lower lip. Oh yeah. I'm at least going to give him a run for his money.
“Ready, Chuck?” Tobias asks, and I nod. He grins, and the lights from the dashboard make his teeth look green. “On my count. One … two … GO!”
My foot hits the gas, but I push down too hard and the car fishtails while Micah shoots ahead. Relaxing the pressure just a bit, I get us going forward, but I can barely see the red blaze of his taillights in front of me as he takes the first corner so sharp he nearly scrapes the car on the rocks.
I'm too cautious for that—and besides, it's not my car—so I take the turn wide and accelerate, the wind blowing through the open window and ruffling my hair. With the ocean on one side, and the forest on the other, it's a magical moment.
“Slow down a bit up here,” Tobias shouts over the wind, and I nod, putting on the break just enough that when a sharp corner appears out of nowhere, I'm ready for it.
Micah is still so far ahead of me, I couldn't dream of catching up, but I'm laughing, and I most definitely do not want to die out here tonight, so I take it slower than I would if I were actually trying to beat him.
The road winds up and around, and eventually, the ocean falls away, and it's just trees on either side. The ground is made of hard-packed dirt and gravel, but the tires of the Lambo grip it like strong fingers, and I don't feel in any danger of skidding.
By the time we get to the old, cracked parking lot at the top, Micah's already waiting, sitting on the hood of his car and staring out across the city with its twinkling lights.
He smirks as we pull up, and I shut off the engine.
“You know, he won't make you kiss him if you don't want to,” Tobias says, and the smile on his face is far away and sort of wistful. I feel like I'm seeing the real him for the first time since we met. And I kinda … maybe like him a little.
“A bet's a bet,” I say, and then open up the car door before I climb out and hop onto the hood next to Tobias' twin. He takes up my other side, and then the three of us sit there for a while, the engine hot and ticking underneath us.
“Should we get this over with then?” Micah says finally, breaking the silence. He turns to look at me, the cool breeze ruffling up his red-orange hair. His eyes look black in the darkness, and the expression on his full mouth is one part terrifying, two parts enthralling.
I swallow hard, and glance away, out toward the city again. My phone is in my pocket, but I shut it off as soon as I got to the boardwalk. I don't want to know if Monica and Cody messaged me … or if they didn't. That would be worse, I think, finding out that they haven't even bothered to send me a message.
“We probably should,” I reply with a long sigh. On the outside, I'm calm and cool. On the inside … I'm slightly terrified. What if I like kissing Micah better than Cody? Then I really can't pretend that the situation with Spencer is a one-off. If I like kissing Micah, then it means my relationship with Cody is done—regardless of whether my suspicions about him and Monica are true.
Before I can even decide how we should go about this, Micah's curling a muscular arm behind my back and pulling me into his lap. That's when I remember what the twins said about being into MMA—mixed martial arts. I don't know much about it except that every girl I've ever met swoons at the mention.
“Well, hello Chuck,” Micah purrs, and I swear, I can feel Tobias bristling behind me. His twin runs a single finger down the side of my face and then under my jaw, down my throat, and along the