“The dipstick?” he gasps in disbelief. “How on earth did you get it in there?”
I laugh. This is the most ridiculous story I ever heard of. “We borrowed a funnel and then poured it in, and it overflowed everywhere.” I shake my head as I remember it as clear as day. “We thought it was fine and started driving, and then oil we’d spilled on the engine caught on fire.”
His eyes widen. “What happened?”
“My beloved five-hundred-dollar car that I saved up for a year for was frigging totaled in just one week; that’s what happened.”
We both laugh and then eventually fall silent.
I lean onto my elbow as I look over at the gorgeous naked man beside me. “You must have done something stupid in your life, Jameson Miles.”
He smiles softly over at me in the darkness. “Yeah. I have.”
“What?” I smirk.
