When it's his turn to reply, he turns to me with a small smile before pressing the radio button and letting music fill the car. I glare at him for a second before sitting back in my seat and taking out my phone. Apparently while we were shopping, Maya bombarded my phone with a series of texts. It seems as if the apartment is all ready and the fridge is stocked. I read her last message with wide eyes.
Maya: Do you think you can tell him? Pretty please.
What does she think I am? His kryptonite? Nevertheless, I extend my hand and turn down the music, which earns a raised brow from him. "Yes?" he asks as he speeds in the direction of the house.
"So, uh, Maya's having some people over tonight," I break the news as I rub my hands together nervously.
He groans loudly. "Are you serious? You're
