Chapter 3: honey and sunflowers.
the car screeches to a halt.
WHAT THE HELL MATEO?????? WE COULD HAVE DIED!!!!! i stare at him in utter disbelief. i notice his knuckles are white, still gripping the steering wheel. his face seems... calm but angry? luckily, we're on an old road leading up to the mountains. we haven't seen a vehicle in the past 30 minutes. he takes a deep breath. "put your sweatshirt back on." what.... "excuse me?" i'm pissed off. he did all that because he wants me to put my sweatshirt back on? "mateo we could have died!" he turns towards me and puts his arm on the back of my seat. "i'm an experienced driver. we wouldn't have died unless i wanted us to. not up here at least. now stop being over dramatic and put on your fucking sweatshirt." i'm more confused that pissed off now. "what's the big deal with the sweatshirt?" i look down at my breasts. i look back up and his eyes are locked on them. "that. that's... that's the big deal." i don't see why he's so pressed. it's just a lace bralette. they're comfy. he says something i didn't want to hear.
"i have a girlfriend."
fuck. how did i not know that. then he says something i didn't expect. "i don't want any... accidents... to happen during the trip..." i'm still pulling my sweatshirt over my head. what was that even supposed to mean??? i'm struggling, geez i think i put my head in the sleeve and- "here. let me help you." mateo gently tilts my hand towards where the hood is and i peek my head through. we both laugh. my hair is all over my face, and what's left of my messy bun resembles a rats nest. he pulls the hoodie down and i put my arms through the sleeves. mateo stares at me for a second, his eyes warm. using his left hand, he moves the hair out of my face. as he does, my eyes drift down to his lips. they're soft and thin, the bottom lip fuller and a bit lighter than the top. as i stare at them, i notice they're moving closer- i look back up at his eyes. he cups my face with one hand and tilts my chin up with the other. his eyes meet mine, and i feel his warm breath on my chin. his lips press against mine, soft and gentle. pulling away, he puts his forehead against mine and exhales. "mateo...." i start but before i can say anything else he puts his index finger to my lip and shushes me. "i know." he moves his body back to his own seat and starts the engine. i curl up in my own seat, facing him. he hums a melody that reminds me of honey and sunflowers, and before i know it, i've fallen asleep.
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