XII : Old habits
Yep, my imagination.
I continue walking and reach for the car door but a hand slams over mine. He grabs my arm and pins me to the car door, my eyes widen and then narrow to a glare.
“Are you going to see him?” Steele growls.
I quirk a brow, “Him?”
Steele only nods, something brims in his eyes and I chuckle. Is he jealous?
“I’m not seeing Reid,” I say, mentally face palming myself for yelling it out.
A smirk passes on his face, his hand slowly leaving mine. “Good.”
“Excuse me?” I snap, “Why is that good?”
Steele blinks at me, the fake flirtatious smirk widens, “I’m the only man you should see, angel.”
“Gods, stop that!” I whisper, looking back at him. I hate the playful facade, maybe sometimes it isn’t a facade but I still hate the clouding look in his eyes. “Stop pretending to be someone you’re not.”
“I’ll stop when you stop,” Steele whispered back.
I gulped, he had me there. I look away from him quickly and at my leggings. “Do you want to come with me?” I say, not looking up at him.
“To see that boy, fuck no.” Steele snarls, gripping my chin. I whimper at his change of emotions.
“First of all, he’s not a boy.” I grab his wrist that’s close to my face, “Second of all, I’m not going to see him. I don’t even know him.”
“You don’t know me either, angel.”
“I don’t,” I swallow, gently removing his fingers from my jaw, “Doesn’t mean I can’t try to.”
I don’t let him say anything, I hop in the car and shut the door. Basking in my own embarrassment, why did I ask him to come with me.
God, he’s going to think I’m such a weirdo.
The passenger car door opens and I groan loudly and hit my head to the steering wheel.
“Steele.” I say coldly and peak through the falling strands of my hair and glare at him.
“You don’t have to come—” I start with flames for cheeks. Steele buckles his seat belt and then reaches close to me, I hiss as his hand moves over my thighs and buckles my own belt.
“You know what? Fine, come along on the wild adventure.” I mutter and roll my eyes, unparking the car.
Steele just stares at me, he’s wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with his leather Hunter’s jacket. His blonde hair is pulled up into a bun, I stare at him through the mirror. My eyes dart to his high cheekbones, narrow stubbled jaw, thick lips, I stop the car to a halt and look out front. I was just shamelessly checking out Steele through the mirror. Oh my gods, what happened to ‘no’, Rei?
I sigh loudly and stare at the buildings go by, “What adventure are we going on, angel?” Steele quirks a dimpled smile and I chuckle darkly.
“Oh, a really fun one Steele. You’ll definitely love it.”
I pull into the parking lot with a large smile of my own and his face drops. “By the way, I forgot my wallet so you’re paying. Thanks angel.” I mimick his nickname for me and wink at him as get out of the car. I hear Steele groan but it turns into a manical laugh.
“Whatever you want, angel.” I hear him say as the door opens, I smile to myself.
Old responsibility habits die hard that’s for sure. I hear him sigh and Steele comes to my side with a smirk. The metal carts clank together as my hip unintentionally hits his. But I can’t help the growing smile on my face as I look at Steele Winters.
“Even if it’s grocery shopping.”