RUBY'S POV
We stayed that way for minutes: Dominic in the driver's seat, me straddling his laps and resting my head against his shoulder. I couldn't see much of his face, but the slight curve of his lips told me he was amused about something.
“So,” I raised my head to look at him, “you said we were going to be late, right?”
He glanced at me, quirking up his eyebrows. “We are late."
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have wasted time kissing and f*****g me in your car like this." I teased. "Or dragging me outside."
Dominic gave a low chuckle. “Dragging you? I don’t recall dragging. I seem to remember you willingly following me.”
“Because you were pulling me,” I sighed.
“You had plenty of time to get ready,” he said. “If anyone’s to blame for us running late, it’s you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh,
