EMILY
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going,” I asked, leaning closer to Nicholas, “or do I have to scream ‘stranger danger’ and roll out of this car?”
He chuckled, his gaze fixed on the road like he was afraid if he looked at me, he’d veer off course. “If I wanted to kidnap you, would I have told you to dress up?”
I shrugged, playing with the hem of my sleeve. “Who knows? Creeps do.”
He gave me a side glance, mock-offended. “Did you just call me a creep?”
“I mean…” I dragged the word out, letting silence do the heavy lifting. “You eat your cereal dry, so…”
He smirked like I’d just complimented him. “Every man has his preferences.”
“Right. Some prefer milk. Some prefer pain.”
Nicholas just laughed. Not the loud kind, but the kind that stayed low in his chest, like it wasn’t u
