Stranded

You.

Stranded.

In the middle of nowhere.

In the middle of the goddamn night.

In a freezing cold car playing romantic music.

with the man you hate the most despite your....interesting relationship with him.

You don't even remember how or why you ended in a car alone with him, driving him to God knows where to do God knows what. But here you are now, Stranded.

You were obviously pissed and he damn well knew it. But there he was, with a that annoyingly handsome smirk as he watched you try to start the car over and over again just for it not to start.

"Y'know it's out of gas, right?" He said with a sarcastic tone, his Russian accent thick, as he watched you.

"You think I don't know that!?" You snap, glaring at him.

"I know a way to pass time." he said seductively. You were about to snap again...

.....but the words died on your tongue when you saw him recline the seat a bit and pat his lap signaling for you to sit there. That signal you were all too familiar with.

....Was the car always so hot?