Constance thought she could finally stop looking over her shoulder. She has a steady job as a hairstylist, rents a small apartment next door to her best friend, and keeps a routine that distracts her just enough to not have to dwell on her past.
All...
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We had to go through that creepy bathroom again to get to the car but this time neither of us complained about the cramped space. Instead, I think Luca enjoyed pressing himself against my back. One of his hands grabbed my hip while his other reached around to my stomach, over my scar. His breath fanned across my neck making me blush but the lift reached the top, ending our contact.
It was dark out when we left which meant we wouldn't be getting any sleep. We weren't planning on sleeping much anyways but that was a completely different type of activity.
He takes my bag on the walk to the car and then he has the audacity to open my door as well. I'm not used to this side of him; He's being nice. Where is the scowl, the grunting and the passive-aggressive comments? What the heck is wrong with him?
Get naked with a man one time and suddenly they treat you like a armless child.
I jump in my seat trying not to let his attitude get to me in the process. We were having such a good night just a few hours ago. Sure there were some dead bodies left behind but still... no reason to start treating me kindly now. I'm not going to break down and cry or try to run away.
If anything, I'm more invested now because my DNA is all over that bunker.
The car ride was silent as SpeedRacer swerves around what little traffic is out and speeds down streets. I'm both excited and terrified by his driving. By the time he slows down, we're almost an hour away from the bunker.
"I'm starving." I might have been able to come up with better conversation starters had Luca not put my duffle bag full of snacks in the trunk.
"I'll stop somewhere and we can eat."
His voice was back to normal, voided of any emotion especially the sensual ones and his face went to it's usual blank facade. Thank God because I was worried one of the goons might have smacked him a little too hard on the head.
***
The truck stop diner had seen better days. You can tell the wallpaper has peeled slowly over the years by the various shades of yellow on the exposed wall. The original blue trim was faded and chipped from decades of people rubbing against it and the staff looked just as original.
"Can I take yer' order?" The woman who walked with Mosses asked.
"Coffee." Is all Luca said.
"I want four pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream on top, hasbrowns, baccon extra crispy, eggs over easy, a bowl of fresh fruit and a side of biscuits and gravy." I hand her my menu. "Oh, and coffee." She walks away without another word.
Luca on the other hand is smiling at me. I had to do a double take because he's showing teeth and I wasn't sure if he was smiling or doubling over in pain from my order. How can he be so attractive even though his face is all bloodied while I walk through a mild wind and go from a solid seven to a three instantly?
