Gorgeous?
I can't believe my ears, and my heartbeat is ringing loudly in my ears.
What kind of man is this? I almost just killed us, and he's...complimenting me? I'm an anxious person as it is; it doesn't help that I'm driving a man who could be on the cover of any men's magazine.
I just sort of sit there awkwardly with my hand in my hair, staring at the steering wheel, waiting for him to speak and save me from the unbearable silence. But he doesn't. Finally, it gets to be too much to bear, and I manage to spit out the dumbest thing I've ever said.
"Made your day by almost killing you?"
I wince as the words come out of my mouth. It could have been funny – maybe – if I'd said it like a joke instead of with all the earnestness of a child who doesn't understand sarcasm yet.
Thankfully,
