Chapter 10 - You're here, it's good now (3)

I cleared my throat and broke the connection. "I think I'm done." I pushed the leftover fries to the center. I took one last drink then put the Coke in front of him on the table.

He finished up his last burger really fast and in ten minutes, we were already outside, walking on the sidewalk. "What are you doing, Temptress?"

I turned and shot him a dagger. "I've told you not to call me that." I dropped my gaze to the ground as I continued, "I'm walking with you. Can't you see?"

One hand caught my arm, preventing me from moving further. I looked up and leveled his gaze. "I'm serious. What are you doing late at night out here alone instead of sleeping in your bed at your house?"

I knew what he meant when he first popped the question, I just wished he would drop the subject. "I had a fight."

There was a moment of silence before I heard him asking, "With?"

"With my boyfriend." I looked at him, waiting for him to say that if it were him, he would never fight with me. I was waiting for the 'I told you so' and a long speech about how he was better than Tyler. But he didn't say anything. And he didn't look happy either, his expression remained unchanged.

As I realized he wasn't going to do that, I waited for him to start asking questions. People always asked questions like, 'what happened', 'what did he do', 'what did he say'. Yet nothing.

When he finally opened his mouth to speak, what he said was totally unexpected. "Where are you going now?"

I froze. I haven't thought about it. Whenever I had a fight with my boyfriend, I always ran home and locked myself in my room. But now that we shared an apartment, where would I go? There was no place to hide.

"Listen," said Phraser looking down at me from his lofty height. "I'd love to ask you to crash at my place but I know you're gonna say no. So, why don't we just stay outside?"

I raised my brows as I couldn't believe what I just heard. "We?"

"Yeah." He looked at me as if I was asking the obvious. "There's no way I'd let you wander around alone." He shoved one hand into the pocket of his jacket. With a lopsided smile appearing on his lips, he dangled what looked like a car key in front of my face. "Where to?"

I laughed. "I thought you were out jogging." I pointed at his dark blue sweatpants. "You even put proper running wear."

"I was!" He sounded a little offended that I laughed. "You've been to my house. You know how far it was from the city, there's no way I jogged my way here from home."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Then why did you come here? You could jog at the park near your house." He didn't have to go to Uptown Manhattan just to jog when there was a nice park near his complex.

"I had a feeling that someone lied to me when I asked her if she was okay and I couldn't get it off my head since," he muttered under his breath. His voice getting lower and lower that I couldn't really catch what he was saying.

I frowned. "What? Say that again?"

"Nah." He put his usual smirk back up again. "You're here, it's good now. Anyway, where do you want to go?" He led us to the sleek black sedan parked across the street.

I was trying my luck when I asked him, "Can I drive?" I knew he would probably say no. I've been declined by many guys when it came to borrowing their cars. Typical boys and their toys.

So when he tossed his keys at me, I was unprepared and had to bend forward to catch it before it landed on the asphalt. I stared at the car key on my palm then back at its owner. "Are you sure?"

He shrugged without care. "Yeah, why not."

I grinned and unlocked the door. We both got inside and I still couldn't wipe that grin off my face as I sat behind the wheels. Tonight's ride might just be the balm I needed.