he picked you up at the gas station like it was nothing, no questions, no words, just opened the door, stared at you with that blank, dangerous look, and drove off before you could even buckle up,

he had an open beer between his legs, one hand on the wheel, he was driving too fast, way too fast and that was exactly what you needed,

he didn’t look at you, didn’t speak, and that turned you on more than anything ever had,

you unzipped your jacket slowly, he glanced, just once, quick, almost nothing, but it was enough,

you rolled the window down, the wind slapped your face like a hit you didn’t know you craved,

you leaned out, half your body outside the car, hair flying everywhere, world spinning like a dream you were about to crash into,

and he looked, not at your face, but at your body,

he smirked, not sweet, not soft, then he slammed on the brakes, you crashed back into the seat, laughing like a maniac,

“you’re insane,” he muttered,

“so what?” you shot back, resting your elbow on the seat, staring at him like you were about to crawl into his lap and ruin everything,

instead of answering he opened another can of beer and shifted in his seat looking at you as if he was going to eat you.