vinyls

"Please, Mrs. Quinn," Remo uttered, holding open the car door, causing Abby's cheeks to flush as the title registered

Climbing inside, the rich scent of leather and cologne overwhelmed her senses. Her gaze followed his movements as he circled the car's front, donning sunglasses. A stirring sensation overcame her, prompting her to press her thighs together as she observed his figure.

The white shirt he was wearing, accentuated his strong physique, while the leather jacket exuded an air of rugged charm. Each movement he made was accentuated by the way the fabric clung and draped, igniting a sense of fascination that held her gaze fixed upon him.

She was curious about the enigma beneath.

He settled into the driver's seat, instructing her to fasten her seatbelt before setting the car in motion. Folding her hands in her lap, she complied, her gaze drifting out of the window, obeying his command.

The car ride with Remo had remained remarkably quiet, marked only by his persistent attempts to draw conversation from Abby, a task that seemed to yield little success.

"You know, when you hang out with someone, you generally speak to each other," he pointed out, his thumbs tapping on the steering wheel in time with the radio's melody, the traffic flowing around them

"Oh-I-I—" she stammered.

Abby's cheeks deepened in hue as she fumbled for words, her fingers nervously tracing patterns on her lap. She stole a quick glance at Remo, his lips curled into a faint smile as he watched her struggle. His easy confidence seemed to highlight her own unease, creating a tension that hung in the air between them.

She cleared her throat, trying to gather her thoughts. "I'm sorry, it's just... I've never been in a car like this before, with someone like you."

Remo arched an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Someone like me?"

Abby nodded, "Yes you know…."

Remo arched his brows as he turned to look at her, "Hot….sexy…mysterious?"

Abby nodded, a small smile tugging at her own lips as she felt the tension in the car begin to ease.

"Is that so? Well, Abby, I promise I won't bite. You can relax."

Abby chuckled and she felt this gaze on her, her blushing deepened on how intense it was.

"You should smile more, it suits you."

Abby's heart thumped in her chest at Remo's compliment, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She glanced at him, her eyes meeting him for a fleeting moment before she looked away.

"Thank you," she murmured softly, her fingers idly tracing the edge of her seatbelt.

Remo's attention remained on her for a beat longer, his gaze lingering as if he were studying her.

Then, he turned his attention back to the road, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.

"You know, Abby, there's more to me than what meets the eye as well. People tend to make assumptions, but they rarely dig deeper."

Abby looked back at him, her curiosity piqued. "And what would they find if they did dig deeper?"

He smiled mysteriously, his tone taking on a hint of playfulness. "Ah, that's a secret I might just share with you someday, if you're up for the challenge."

"S-o you live alone?" She asked, trying to make small conversations.

"No." Remo replied curtly.

"Oh-you're staying with your family?" For some reason that made Abby more nervous. What would they think when they met her? Will they like her? Or think Remo had made a mistake?

"Naaaa I'm haunted by the ghosts of people I have killed, sweetheart. They live with me."

Remo said with a wicked grin, his eyes locking onto Abby's startled expression.

As her eyes widened, he burst into laughter, the sound deep and rich, filling the car and breaking the tension.

Abby let out a nervous laugh, realizing that he had been teasing her all along. "You g-got me. You had me going there for a moment."

His laughter subsided, and he winked at her. "I couldn't resist. But don't worry, no ghosts in my place, just a bunch of old books and an untamed collection of vinyl records."

Abby smiled, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest.

"Vinyls?" Abby questioned, her curiosity piqued. Remo Quinn was the last person she would have thought would listen to vinyl records.

Remo grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Surprised, are you?"

Abby nodded, a playful smile playing at her lips. "A little. I guess I just didn't expect someone like you to have a collection of old records."

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through the car. "Well dear wife, there's a lot of things to be learnt about me.I know it might seem a bit out of character, but I'm a sucker for old-school music. There's something about the crackling sound and the tactile experience of handling records that I find really appealing."

Abby's smile widened as she found herself intrigued by yet another layer of Remo's personality. "That's actually really cool. What kind of music do you listen to?"

Remo shrugged nonchalantly. "A bit of everything, really. Jazz, blues, classic rock, some indie stuff. It depends on my mood and what I'm doing at the time. Music has a way of setting the tone, you know?"

Abby nodded, her eyes shining with interest. "I totally get that. Music can transport you to a different place or time. It's like a companion that understands your emotions."

Remo's gaze lingered on her for a moment, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Definitely, especially when you're cutting someone open," Remo quipped with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his voice holding a hint of playful darkness.

Abby swallowed at Remo's unexpected comment. "Well, I-I hope your musical choices aren't that intense all the time."

Remo grinned, shaking his head. "No worries, darling. I save the intense stuff for other activities."